CHANËLLY! Lyrics

(I love you, Frosty)

Cop the GT3 and I'm going fast

I don't know why these niggas hatin' on me

Huh, I hope I don't crash

She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi

She don't want Prada, she wants a Balenci

She said I was broke so I took her to Bennys

She wanted a bag so I got her Chanelly

Hold on, she tryna hit on my telly

She tryna fuck put my dick in her belly

I'm smokin' this gas and it's gettin' real smelly

I get to the cheese, I'm not talkin' about

Fetti He said he rich, but he lyin

I'm ballin' so hard, man, I feel like I'm Bryant

I'm feelin' like 50, get rich or die tryin

The king of my city, I feel like a lion

Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada

These niggas be doin' anything for a dollar

I stand on my money, I got a lil' taller

I'm ball just like Steph Curry, I'm a baller

We finna send him to heaven

He keep talkin' on me, we gon' hit him with seven

Pullin' out with that drum, yeah, that Mac 11

What's all on my neck, nigga, it's a pendant

That nigga a bitch, yeah, we can tell

I'm feelin' like Yeat when I ring the bell That bitch wanna fuck, yeah, we can tell

I hit from the back and I'm makin' her yell

I put my heart in my music

I'm not gonna lie to my fans, I've been through it

I thank all my fans, they all listen to it Shout out to my haters, y'all niggas just stupid

I'ma just keep doin' me Y'all niggas just hatin' on me just for free

I keep gettin' racks, racks, racks on racks I lose it, I make it right back

If I see a opp, you know I'ma attack I be sippin' that Voss water to relax

Don't pass me the blunt, I don't do the thrax

I'm feelin' like fanum, cause I'm bout to tax

Grrah, bah, bah

cop the GT3 and I'm goin' fast

I don't know why these niggas get hatin' on me, huh, I hope I don't crash

She want the Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi S

he don't want Prada, she wants a Balenci

She said I was broke, so I took her to Bennys

She wanted a bag, so I got her Chanelly