"Chanel" lyrics

I'm still thinking about all the dreams you sold me
You want me to stick around, you gotta show me
Say you adore me, then come Dior me
And put it on me
I know you want Chanel for your birthday, baby
I know you want Chanel for your birthday, baby
I know you want Chanel for your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby

I'm still thinking about all the dreams you sold me
You want me to stick around, you gotta show me
Say you adore me, then come Dior me
And put it on me

Look, I'ma need more than a bag for my birthday
Why you entertaining hoes in the first place?
Got me out here checking bitches, TSA
I know you a stepper, but you stepped in the worst way
Had that ho inside my bed, is you dumb, nigga?
Mama told me 'bout fucking with you fuck niggas
You even went you and bought her the same purse?
Yeah, you tweeking, it must be the Percs
Real niggas don't do that shit
Real niggas know when they got a real-ass bitch
Who you know put it on every time like this?
Pull up, matte-black with the windows tint?
Yeah, that's me, a one of one
A ex that don't love me, can't name one
The best you ever had, now I'm through with you, done
But is it really done?

I'm still thinking about all the dreams you sold me
You want me to stick around, you gotta show me
Say you adore me, then come Dior me
And put it on me
I know you want Chanel for your birthday, baby
I know you want Chanel for your birthday, baby
I know you want Chanel for your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby
For your birthday, baby