Chanel Lyrics

I might pick you up

Don’t like your attitude, drop you back off

I’m not with all the fussing, cussing

Save that shit til you get home

I’m not your baby muva

Got no reason to keep you around

So I don’t like that shit you on

I take you back to that bitch town

These niggas think they worth it

Let me be the first to say

Y’all ain’t shit, I ain’t impressed

And nah, you can’t see me today

Show me something

All them words you talk, can’t get nowhere with me

Better contemplate your approach

Fore you think to step to me

Just don’t get it

Tell me why these niggas think they can relax

Gotta come a little harder

To make me come out my pants

I don’t care about your Gucci belt or hat

Boy, you is whack

Think designer get your dick wet

Boy, design some fucking mac

Sad, I got more game than niggas

I pull bitches like a splinter

Took your girl, she came like sprinters

In this world gotta have riches

Know the game, increase your figures

Network, do some business

By all means, make pockets bigger

Broke and me, that ain’t no mixture

Guaranteed that I’m a winner

Put me in the ring, I’m winning

Picture me on top, just sitting

In the sky, ain’t got no limits

Nine plus one, that’s my appearance

Not the one, never get nearest

Smart as hell, yeah, I got brilliance

Never scared, baby, I’m fearless

You try me, and you’ll go missing

Whoop you first, like Mommy Dearest

Dump the body with the fishes

Then we dip, and say good riddance

No seconds to waste or minutes

In my prime my grammy’s nearing

Won’t see me stuck in no prison

Never let them break my spirit

Plex is whack, you’ll never hear it

And yeah, I’m bout my business

Believe that I’m a get it

Believe, no cap, no fitted

All I gotta do is hear it, then I get to bussing lyrics

Making music for a living

Shit is easy, that’s a given

Make a killing

Least a million

Least a billion

Know y’all feel this

I’m just trynn take my family from the bottom to the ceiling

Buy some cars, a place to live in

Shoes galore, outfits to chill in

But you know I’m never chillen

I’m a menace, hang w/ Dennis

And fuck up some shit like children

I fuck anyone I’m feeling

Could be you, or you, or him

And it still ain’t no competition

I’m a dove, y’all bitches pigeons

I’m the stuff, y’all got no filling

Ain’t no bluff, bitch, I could steal him

Don’t tempt me, ‘cause I won’t feel shit

Only reason he came back to you

‘Cause I said no, he asked I do

I’m not rey get married

‘Cause I’ll have too much money to lose

I’m not rey get married

‘Cause my trust fucked up, and I keep tools

So if I have to kill a nigga

Then I just might make the news

Here is a reminder why you should not fuck with me

I could make you disappear

And honey, I ain’t Houdini

I’m a trip, a little weird

And I look good in bikinis

Just put the money on the table, and I’ll work

Where you need me