Chanel Video (MV)

I rock a lot of Chanel
Yeah my cologne YSL
Move packs through mail
Ain't nobody gone tell
This money I run it up made a whole lot off of sales
He a broke boy and that ain't me
Got on these Gucci's they ain't cheap
Drip in designer my chain beep
Try touching my chain and you gone leak
Yeah I'm high as hell
Sitting first class lil nigga I'm feeling like f*ck how you feel
Young nigga hungry I need me a mill
Nigga ballin you still stuck in the field
Run up on me you gonna get killed
These niggas faking just keeping it real
Yeah You can smell the pack straight through the seal
Buy more then one I could cut you a deal
Nigga got bands then bring it out
Only talk bags and big amounts
Been city to city take different routes
I be flipping and stacking and cashing out
Nigga got bands I bring it out
Only talk bags and big amounts
Go city to city take different routes
I be flipping and stacking and cashing out

I'm on the road
I got that shit for the low
I get the cash and I go
You niggas too slow
Yeah my money never fold
Yeah my niggas never fold
Naw a nigga never told
Naw we ain't talking if you ain't about the dough
None you niggas want the smoke
Wipe his nose like coke
Just pulled up with my loc
Just me and my cuhzins but we ain't related
All these real niggas they just overrated
Ill still fade a nigga ain't gotta get faded
I get to the money I know that you hate it
Fake niggas just talk a lot
Can't back it up in the parking lot
You don't ball enough you can't call the shots
When we celebrate let the bottle pop

Bout to go get me some new money
Ain't nothing nobody can do for me
I swear these broke niggas they too funny
No i can't f*ck with you you too bummy
I just pulled up in a sprinter
Had me a bad bitch for dinner
She f*ck with a winner
Ice colder then the winter
Don't got to shoot for me bitch nigga ima hitter
You hate it Im spending a lot
New whip just pulled off the lot
Im bending the block
This fly shit I'm straight to the top
If you run up on me you get popped
You think that you living you not
You chillin I iced out my rocks
F*ck all the ops
Say you don't f*ck with me
I got the box
I got the box
Naw I worried bout none
Smoke like I need me a lung
You always asking for some
I can't f*ck with you we done
I ran it up in a week
You still broke cause you weak
Got bands I don't need me a beat
Hell Naw I don't do it for free Bitch

I'm on the road
I got that shit for the low
I get the cash and I go
You niggas too slow
Yeah my money never fold
Yeah my niggas never fold
Naw a nigga never told
Naw we ain't talking if you ain't about the dough
None you niggas want the smoke
Wipe his nose like coke
Just pulled up with my loc
Just me and my cuhzins but we ain't related
All these real niggas they just overrated
Ill still fade a nigga ain't gotta get faded
I get to the money I know that you hate it
Fake niggas just talk a lot
Can't back it up in the parking lot
You don't ball enough you can't call the shots
When we celebrate let the bottle pop