24kGoldn - Chanel lyrics

Intro] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh D.A. got that dope! Ooh, ooh [Chorus] Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at [Verse 1] Slidin' to Sasha to get me some top From a boppa I know since way, way back Uh, I can sustain that She like me, she like mе, she came back Pull up in Woods lookin' wet All my ladiеs pedestrians thinkin' I sling crack They look up to me 'cause I'm something to be And I'm always gon' try to maintain that Uh, know that you ain't that Uh, know that you hate that Just turned 19, I'm a young prodigy And you know that it's true, so I say that Uh, say it or spray it We keep a secret like Vegas She gon' get naked After we smokin', we faded [Chorus] Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at [Verse 2] She want Chanel, she want the Prada She want the Louis and Dolce Gabbana She want the drama, I only want commas Like b*tch, knock it off, I'ma hang the FaceTime up Ain't had no time for a shave or a line-up I'm busy relaxing, kick back like recliner My baby went blonde so I call her Madonna These ni**as be lookin', like "Where did you find her?" I told them to back up before I'ma slime you You best get your racks up, you want you a dimer Your b*tches bad, my b*tches finer Got blood on my sneakers, ain't talkin' designer Stay with my brothers 'cause that's what this on And you speak on my name, then my partners gon' find you My jeans are from Italy, yours came from China They say I'm the goat, talkin' bout North Carolina [Chorus] Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at