[Chorus]
Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh)
Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about
Used to fuck an average bitch, now I’m fucking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil n***a stay talkin’ down

[Verse 1]
They gave the wrong n***a some money, put a rack on ya' head now
Twin-Turbo in this getaway from the feds now
Yves Saint Laurent, lil' n***a getting some bread now
Used to break my heart, now I fuck her friend instead, woah
Twin Glocks, yeah all for your lil ass head
I can't find no act, so I'm sipping on that red
I'm in an all red 'Cat, and I swear this bitch, it blatt, (Skrrttt)
Pop me a Hydro', man I swear that I love them meds
I’m off a xan baby, hoes got me feelin’ dead
Ay', could you turn me up, gotta make sure I hear what I said
You was a big bad wolf on the ’gram why u actin' scared?
You was a funny guy, man yo' ass hopped in that Lil ted
Spent five racks, now they give a young n***a champagne
Did so many juggs, could've bought a fuckin’ plain Jane
Smokin' fat ass woods in the motherfuckin' Marriott
Fuckin' them racks, yeah I think that Imma just marry guap
In the Porsche 911, damn near feel like a damn cop
This bitch moving too slow, had to tell the lil' bitch chop chop
N***a yo' car too slow, got that lil' shit from a lil' chop shop
Me and lil' 'Kan on the freeway, speeding in that drop-top
[Chorus]
Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh)
Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about
Used to fuck an average bitch, now I'm fucking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil n***a stay talkin' down

[Verse 2]
And I heard you went to Roxas now, (yeah)
Gotta run them bands up, It's no option now
Took my bands out in public, these bitches out of pocket now
Walk up in Lenox, and I'm straight coppin' now
Goin' through woods, just all over them fuckin' Tramadols
You got a band lil n***a?, please just knock it off
I just bought this bitch just like some fuckin' Lysol
[?] man, turn the fuckin' lights off
High off good drugs, higher than a fuckin' Eiffel
Put an A-C-O-G scope on that fuckin' Rifle
And my bitch off them drugs, actin' like a psycho
Oh I told you, "I love you"?, that was a fuckin' typo