Channel Bag

I got you a Chanel bag, baby, you'll like it Just for you She dressed up bag and I know she gon' get it I show up in something vivid I used to lay in the Civic He owe money so I pay him a visit Yeah, young niggas here to salute me I got the snows like the Fugees She live her life like a curse People for war, I'm the worst Dressed up in black like a panther I drop diamonds on the finger My mom is sick, she got cancer I got tattoos on my arms It's the tattoos of my mom Fresh OG, kush in the bun Fight to high life, she the one Maybe she gon' have my son F*ck her one time, not in song Her body fresh like the cleanest I was 19 with a Beamer Double R, yeah, with no chauffeur No breakfast, but I got toasters She wear Prada, she be postin Donald Trujillo with the paper I set her up in the villa Money so long, mozzarella Magic Cubans, the Godfather She so loyal, I'm her waifu My wife got special effects She wanna sex with the best I'ma go sock up a check F*ck a new bitch and play Snacks Dressed up in white in a jet Chop her, chop her down She's a cutie with no frown Tiffany Cohen's your crown I know your man is a clown We do vacays out of town I cap money by the pounds My new 40 got no sound