Fashion Week

Baby, you know how much this jacket cost?

It's not to flex or nothing, I just wanna know

if you know what designer things look like

You feel me?

I heard what you said

Where your manners at?

Don't ask what this cost

It ain't meant to last

Where your boyfriend at?

I don't ever lack

Yeah, this here Chanel

I thought you'd never ask

Pick your poison walkin' in

They got everything you need

Spend it on the camera feed

Paris, Milan, I'm like sheesh

Tender headed, braid my hair

Eiffel Tower look at me

Tell 'em take me to the back

I brought my racks for double C

I brought my racks for double C

Brought my racks for double C

Brought my racks for Double C

Brought my racks, my racks racks

See when I uh, when I talk about it I gotta just

Tell you what I like, shit

You might rock Gucci, Prada, I rock Chanel

You might like Dior, Versace, but I rock Chanel

I'm 'bout to take a long trip to the city

I'm bouta go way back, come with me

I might be in Amsterdam, Paris

Or New York, if it's fashion week

Bitch ain't I clean?

**** Chanel Where?

Just blew a bag

You **** ain't drippin', y'all **** is drowning

Hoe ain't I clean

This Chanel

This that new

I spend it and spend it as soon as I get it

For the Chanel, ho, I'm a menace

Spend 40 nights in the mirror, I'm him

Back in the gym I get over the rim

From Budlong and King, I wear it like this

Back outta town, the flick of the wrist

A devilish grin, like guess where I been?

Further than blood, further than kin

I told Channel we'll put the East on the map

We different as fuck, a matter of fact

Like front of the store, we back to them racks

Chanel Chanel, just throw me a pack

You might rock Gucci, Prada, I rock Chanel

You might like Dior, Versace, but I rock Chanel

I'm 'bout to take a long trip to the city

I'm 'bouta go way back, come with me

I might be in Amsterdam, Paris

Or New York, if it's fashion week

Booked a one way shouldn't leave in this fashion

Honestly, you shoulda spent that shit on a therapist

Passport stamps like the mail, bitch, what's happenin’

I ain't know the swap meet sold designer, ****