CHANEL

They treat me like an IP on the V Just dropped a six figure on a Ri We trainin' too hard not for a six pack but for big packs that got a fee I just told em' "Bitch don't try me, get out" All of these problems be takin' my nerves out Gang and myself just fixed the amount We on a mission in an all black Range Rover Okay, they got it I put a brand new fit, they on it Now we too high, we made 'em quit They heard my bars they got it Recorded three songs, got a hit, and no they not promoted We movin' fast in a brand new whip, the gang and myself loaded I can't see through my mask She got it for me, for my dance Fashion week back in Milan Flight on flight we got no plan I'm on task Spending too much, cash amassed And L.A. chicks, they be too fast Bitch ain't polite but got an ass She bouncin' it back but I didn't ask Brand new whip, brand new bass We movin' packages, we movin' mass Like Lacazette I'm on the grass With the police pushin' gas Yeah pushin' pushin' Mama don't know we kush and kushin' (uh,uh) Bookin', bookin' for the life I'm pullin', pullin' (uh, uh, like Marcus Rash I'm on the pass) (movin' my, movin' my) Movin' my packs from London I trade my shit, South London Bankin' real cash, like hundreds (cash) Bullet-proof jacket or comma Drill that shit like trauma I'm real smooth ask your mama Her life ain't no drama, taking her in mine might have a lil effect of trauma Three-hundred dash, Yokohama We ain't gone take no karma Jcrois que jdeviens paro Des fois jm'isole seul j'suis parano Ils m'arrivent plus à la taille depuis que jpasse à la radio Ta bitch jl'ai taille, elle me dit qu'elle a pas les mots Tout pour la maille, c'est pour ça je me lève tôt Mamacita at my new show cause they put the models on the first row She took out her phone, wait let me read that shit "C I love you, let me" We pumpin', they love me To prove shit I'm working to that PHD Movin' too fast, round, round too fast Left lane in that Porsche 911 GT3 Shawty on my right, I don't know if Iove her or not but she giving me company Hide that company, top boy life we passin' on the BBC The money gave me mad status We in Paris, no Vegas Might just hop on a jet like it all gratis (oh shit, bruv it's mad) Couldn't feel myself with that top model Don't talk about that bitch, she a past status Got new a Mercedes and it the fastest In the club surrounded by the baddest Shawty yeah, she on the move like "Hoe, take it down low" I guess she like me, that bitch she like me (like me, like me) We kept it secret when she invited me at the afterparty Damn (damn) Coco Chanel on her body I feel that taste that she embodies It can't be replaced by nobody (else) They told me I had superpowers (powers) They wanted my voice for the hour (oh) Like a predator in the industry, I devour (oh) Whole table in the club got them 40 years old feelin' sour She gone exhaust my power I gotta keep my power