"New Chanel" lyrics
Rich The Kid & Rob49 Lyrics
Yeah (Yeah)
Woo, yeah (Yeah, aight)
Shit keep comin' in
Woo, yeah
You dig? Okay
Did the album, four milli' in cash (Cash)
Why you send all your niggas to crash? (Skrrt)
Wipe his nose, they ain't give him no pass (No pass)
Drop a fifty, he didn't even last
Coupe like three hundred (Three hundred)
I ain't stressin', I wake up and get money (Get money)
Shit be comin' in (Woo, no cap)
Chanel in my new bitch (New bitch)
She act bougie, her waist like a toothpick (Bougie)
Hit the block and then make it a news clip (News clip)
With a chopper that's makin' them backflip (Rrah)
I'm in Marni, my bitch is in Marni (Marni)
Shoutout Bari, might Vlone the 'Rari (The 'Rari)
We don't play, boy, shoutout to Carti (Carti)
He got hit in the head, sorry (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yeah, her diamonds look like pink pussy
Singin' to her like I'm A Boogie
Knock it out the park, I'm no rookie
Hit it from the back and talk to me (Talk to me, talk to me)
I know that they sick of me (Lookin')
All the labels, they tryna get rid of me (Rid of me)
Big boss, you could never belittle me (Belittle me)
Eliantte, I stay with a Jesus piece (Ah)
Wake up, wake up, gotta wake up (Wake up)
Run the cake up like a baker (Baker)
Treat the ho like a stranger (Stranger)
She been havin' bad behavior (Yeah)
Yeah, she been havin' bad behavior, turnt up to the max, man, thank you to my haters (Yeah)
Watch your ho 'cause I'm a taker (Skrrt), we ain't sparin' nothin', hit it like a [?] (Yeah, what?)
Turnt up bad and I'm in these streets (Yeah), I don't wan' beef through no tweet, lil' boy
If it's beef, then we took plan A, tryna find out where you be, boy (Uh-huh, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), I'm on a codeine pill right now (Yeah)
Nigga try to run, he'll chase 'em down (Yeah)
I'm in the hood with choppers, boppers and gods (Cut), you a pistol-popper (Yeah)
Christian Dior on me (Hoo), Chanel my new bitch, please (Uh)
I buy CC like she a Crip, I ain't playin', I'm spendin' that cheese
Work, work, work, work
Christian Dior on me (Hoo), Chanel my new bitch, please
This shit in your pocket
That's your side bitch, nigga
Woo, yeah (Yeah, aight)
Shit keep comin' in
Woo, yeah
You dig? Okay
Did the album, four milli' in cash (Cash)
Why you send all your niggas to crash? (Skrrt)
Wipe his nose, they ain't give him no pass (No pass)
Drop a fifty, he didn't even last
Coupe like three hundred (Three hundred)
I ain't stressin', I wake up and get money (Get money)
Shit be comin' in (Woo, no cap)
Chanel in my new bitch (New bitch)
She act bougie, her waist like a toothpick (Bougie)
Hit the block and then make it a news clip (News clip)
With a chopper that's makin' them backflip (Rrah)
I'm in Marni, my bitch is in Marni (Marni)
Shoutout Bari, might Vlone the 'Rari (The 'Rari)
We don't play, boy, shoutout to Carti (Carti)
He got hit in the head, sorry (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yeah, her diamonds look like pink pussy
Singin' to her like I'm A Boogie
Knock it out the park, I'm no rookie
Hit it from the back and talk to me (Talk to me, talk to me)
I know that they sick of me (Lookin')
All the labels, they tryna get rid of me (Rid of me)
Big boss, you could never belittle me (Belittle me)
Eliantte, I stay with a Jesus piece (Ah)
Wake up, wake up, gotta wake up (Wake up)
Run the cake up like a baker (Baker)
Treat the ho like a stranger (Stranger)
She been havin' bad behavior (Yeah)
Yeah, she been havin' bad behavior, turnt up to the max, man, thank you to my haters (Yeah)
Watch your ho 'cause I'm a taker (Skrrt), we ain't sparin' nothin', hit it like a [?] (Yeah, what?)
Turnt up bad and I'm in these streets (Yeah), I don't wan' beef through no tweet, lil' boy
If it's beef, then we took plan A, tryna find out where you be, boy (Uh-huh, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), I'm on a codeine pill right now (Yeah)
Nigga try to run, he'll chase 'em down (Yeah)
I'm in the hood with choppers, boppers and gods (Cut), you a pistol-popper (Yeah)
Christian Dior on me (Hoo), Chanel my new bitch, please (Uh)
I buy CC like she a Crip, I ain't playin', I'm spendin' that cheese
Work, work, work, work
Christian Dior on me (Hoo), Chanel my new bitch, please
This shit in your pocket
That's your side bitch, nigga
