My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
(Pause) Watch how ya step ta me (watch how you step)
I do digress
It's hard to digest
I can't believe they ever slept on me
I need me a lamp on the dresser
Shine on my grammy won't settle for lesser
Gotta go get my girl ma a new tesla
Said it with my chest so my words could be treasure
Looked up in the sky I was praying for better
No Rap
No Cap
New Road
New Map
New Phone
Who Dat
All Shade
No Hat
Money it be the last thing on my mind
But imma make sure that I get what be mine
I had told all my fam that we'd be fine
Corna need a three so I swung em a dime
My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
Trend set er niggas copy what I do
I got heat got 'em kicking like kung fu
This ain't even fair, I don't even care
Get em out my hair, catch em when they stare, Know you wouldn't dare But
I got all the keys don't play wit me no piano
Fly me to the moon my future high no soprano
Ducking from the hate I need some camo and some ammo
Be careful how you flip you ain't gone wanna turn the channel
I got beef
With da gang
How they let me
Go insane
I ain't neva
Been the same
Since my momma
Felt that pain
I won't back track
I neva knew that
Bars could snap on cue like a Snapchat
Got no love for the bread neva had that
But my baby need red bottoms got that
My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
Justin Time the Rookie - Chanel Lyrics
Justin Time the Rookie - Chanel Lyrics
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My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
(Pause) Watch how ya step ta me (watch how you step)
I do digress
It's hard to digest
I can't believe they ever slept on me
I need me a lamp on the dresser
Shine on my grammy won't settle for lesser
Gotta go get my girl ma a new tesla
Said it with my chest so my words could be treasure
Looked up in the sky I was praying for better
No Rap
No Cap
New Road
New Map
New Phone
Who Dat
All Shade
No Hat
Money it be the last thing on my mind
But imma make sure that I get what be mine
I had told all my fam that we'd be fine
Corna need a three so I swung em a dime
My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
Trend set er niggas copy what I do
I got heat got 'em kicking like kung fu
This ain't even fair, I don't even care
Get em out my hair, catch em when they stare, Know you wouldn't dare But
I got all the keys don't play wit me no piano
Fly me to the moon my future high no soprano
Ducking from the hate I need some camo and some ammo
Be careful how you flip you ain't gone wanna turn the channel
I got beef
With da gang
How they let me
Go insane
I ain't neva
Been the same
Since my momma
Felt that pain
I won't back track
I neva knew that
Bars could snap on cue like a Snapchat
Got no love for the bread neva had that
But my baby need red bottoms got that
My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
(Pause) Watch how ya step ta me (watch how you step)
I do digress
It's hard to digest
I can't believe they ever slept on me
I need me a lamp on the dresser
Shine on my grammy won't settle for lesser
Gotta go get my girl ma a new tesla
Said it with my chest so my words could be treasure
Looked up in the sky I was praying for better
No Rap
No Cap
New Road
New Map
New Phone
Who Dat
All Shade
No Hat
Money it be the last thing on my mind
But imma make sure that I get what be mine
I had told all my fam that we'd be fine
Corna need a three so I swung em a dime
My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
Trend set er niggas copy what I do
I got heat got 'em kicking like kung fu
This ain't even fair, I don't even care
Get em out my hair, catch em when they stare, Know you wouldn't dare But
I got all the keys don't play wit me no piano
Fly me to the moon my future high no soprano
Ducking from the hate I need some camo and some ammo
Be careful how you flip you ain't gone wanna turn the channel
I got beef
With da gang
How they let me
Go insane
I ain't neva
Been the same
Since my momma
Felt that pain
I won't back track
I neva knew that
Bars could snap on cue like a Snapchat
Got no love for the bread neva had that
But my baby need red bottoms got that
My girl want da bag, big stacks no Chanel (Chanel)
Imma go get it
Big boy pants getting heavy on the coattails
I'm get fitted
I'm gone my sure my city prevail
Imma go get it
Trynna hit my line imma leave em on voicemail
They just don't get it
Writer: Justin Reid
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid