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Yeah I would take you Chanel

If you want me to

Put your foot over your head

While I'm fuckin' you

When you say you miss me

I can't tell if it's true

So nowadays I just lie and say

I miss you too

But I only bought you Chanel

'cause I wanted you

You let me fuck you

With your friends

So I don't cheat on you

You always put me in my bag

That's where I'm comfortable

And then I get

Another bag for her

Fuck a bag bae

Let's get a bag bae

We get money

We ain't trippin' on

What the tag say

One got the Rolls truck

You got the mansion Wraith

You ain't wanna have a threesome

You wanted to play it safe

Now you a big ol'

Big ol' freak

Comin' out your body

'long as I got you

And you got me

We don't need nobody

I ain't gon' lie like

I'm just perfect

Go buy you some purses

Cover up the pain

When I know you out here hurtin'

I'm just tryna fast for

What you past

But you make

A couple memories

Fuck you with no rubber

Make a couple mini-mes

Turnt your ex to a hater

Make him envy me

You know I'm locked in these streets

'til they sentence me

Yeah I would take you Chanel

If you want me to

Put your foot over your head

While I'm fuckin' you

When you say you miss me

I can't tell if it's true

So nowadays I just lie and say

I miss you too

But I only bought you Chanel

'cause I wanted you

You let me fuck you

With your friends

So I don't cheat on you

You always put me in my bag

That's where I'm comfortable

And then I get

Another bag for her

No-no no-no

I could tell you don't fuck

With real niggas like that

No-no no-no

I could tell you don't fuck

With real niggas like that

Fuck being mad

I'd rather blow a bag

She say he cheated broke her heart

She wanna pay him back

You gotta think beyond the surface

You gotta protect the brand

Every queen got a purpose

You thinking like you worthless

Fuck the purses and gifts

Cars and the crib

Without the D's and slips

Is it really yours

Is it really yours

I can hear it in your voice

That pussy moist

I know you think

That you don't got a choice

If you want a real nigga

The choice is yours

The money yours new Porsche

Saint Laurent Fendi

And Christian Dior

Yeah I would take you Chanel

If you want me to

Put your foot over your head

While I'm fuckin' you

When you say you miss me

I can't tell if it's true

So nowadays I just lie and say

I miss you too

But I only bought you Chanel

'cause I wanted you

You let me fuck you

With your friends

So I don't cheat on you

You always put me in my bag

That's where I'm comfortable

And then I get

Another bag for her

I bought you Chanel

'cause I wanted you

I fucked you with your friends

'cause you told me

We was cool like that

Spent the bag

Made you comfortable

Baby I could tell you don't fuck

With real niggas like that

No-no no-no

I could tell you don't fuck

With real niggas like that

No-no no-no

I could tell you don't fuck

With real niggas like that