Letra
My baby girl said she want some new Chanel runners
She know I'm a boss, I could never be a runner
Been stackin' up all Spring, I'm tryna fuck it up this Summer
If this was '06 I would've scooped her in a Hummer
Everywhere I go, I keep the pipe like a plumber
I feel like Birdman, I'm the number one stunner
She like double C's so I'm 'bout to blow some comma's
I bought her some Chanel 'cause she never be in drama
When I'm in my city niggas treat me like Obama
In other words, if you try me shit get ugly
I was down south serving yay like Bun B
She know that I'm shady but for some reason she trust me
Buster's see my girl and now they saying I got lucky
Niggas in they feelings, don't know why she wanna fuck me
Maybe it's 'cause I'm havin and she thinks you niggas dusty
Or maybe it's 'cause I'm sexy and she think you niggas ugly
Haha, big G, on my waist is a designer gun
Catch a opp out of bounds, put a hole in one
Douglas Road, that's the block
Boy that's where I'm from
I'm 'bout to take a trip up top she said she wanna come
Stand on what I say like a man, I could never run
I don't wanna hear about your ex, he a fuckin' bum
She know that I'm really havin' bread, he ain't got a crumb
I could tell you stories 'bout late nights in the slums
Popo pulled up on me and K Glizzy so we had to run
Put 'em on a highspeed, them cracka's said we had a gun
I ain't YSL but I was livin' like a young thug
My baby girl said she want some new Chanel runners
She know I'm a boss, I could never be a runner
Been stackin' up all Spring, I'm tryna fuck it up this Summer
If this was '06 I would've scooped her in a Hummer
Everywhere I go, I keep the pipe like a plumber
I feel like Birdman, I'm the number one stunner
She like double C's so I'm 'bout to blow some comma's
I bought her some Chanel 'cause she never be in drama
Haha, ayy-ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
This for all my niggas eating off of grams
This for all my niggas eating off of scams
This for all my niggas gettin' to the bands
I ain't gon' judge you boy, you gotta feed your fam
This for all my niggas eating off of grams
This for all my niggas eating off of scams
This for all my niggas gettin' to the bands
I ain't gon' judge you boy, you gotta feed your fam
(Hello)
Hey, I'm at the store right now
What color you want?
(I don't know, whatever you think I like)
Uh, they got the triple blacks
They got blue, they got orange, they got brown
So, it's up to you
(It's whatever you think I'll like)
Alright I'ma grab all four then
Writer(s): Nasier June
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