CHANËLLY! Lyrics

(I love you Frosty)

Got the GTthree and I'm going real 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 Belenci She said I was broke, so I took her to Benny's

She wanted it 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' bout fetty

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 trying

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 ballin' 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 eleven

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 been through it I thank all my fans, they all listen to

It Shoutout 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

Got the GTthree and I'm goin' fast

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

She want a Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi She don't want Prada, she wants a Balenci

Said I was broke, so I took her to Bennys She wanted a bag, so I got her Chanelly