Chanel
Jaywall
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Chorus
I can't really tell.
Niggas be talking bout' money but it's only me in Chanel. With a Chanel.
She always do what I say cause I sponsor the new BBL.
As for the shooter.
He got a candle, it came with a mask, I don't ask how he do it.
I know they jealous.
I see the envy, they hate when I talk, like I brag on the music.
Verse 1
You know I be balling, don't call me Lamelo, I'm hitting the stage in Margiela.
I told that hoe cause you all in the phantom, don't get it confused you and special you regular.
And I don't be running from pressure.
I put a bag on his head, make a call from the cellular.
Speedy goin' fye off his burner.
Giving you niggas a fever we ran up the temperature.
Aye
I turn up the city.
Niggas be mad, BTO fucking all over they bitch got em turning against me.
Chorus
I can't really tell.
Niggas be talking bout' money but it's only me in Chanel. With a Chanel.
She always do what I say cause I sponsor the new BBL.
As for the shooter.
He got a candle, it came with a mask, I don't ask how he do it. I know they jealous.
I see the envy, they hate when I talk, like I brag on the music.
Verse 2
Lil nigga please do not fuck with me, we don't do instagram talking, we send out a Buick.
Niggas who pop out with cutters, they straight from the gutter, no stutter, they getting right to it.
And I don't like talking to crazy, I'm still mommas sweet lil baby, just know how I'm stepping.
Im the one hanging with demons, I still go to church every Sunday and talk to the reverend.
Niggas be running from some smoke, when they post on the story, you see em' it turn to a joke.
I sent my lil Viking, he feeling the pressure inside of his chest and it turned to a stroke.
Chorus
I can't really tell.
Niggas be talking bout' money but it's only me in Chanel. With a Chanel.
She always do what I say cause I sponsor the new BBL.
As for the shooter.
He got a candle, it came with a mask, I don't ask how he do it.
I know they jealous.
I see the envy, they hate when I talk, like I brag on the music.