Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh) Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about Used to fuck an average bitch, now I'm fucking on a bitch from Paris now (Countin' em' racks up) And that lil nigga stay talkin' down They gave the wrong nigga some money, put a rack on ya' head now Twin-Turbo in this getaway from the feds now Yves Saint Laurent, lil' nigga getting some bread now Used to break my heart, now I fuck her friend instead, woah Twin Glocks, yeah all for your lil ass head I can't find no act, so I'm sipping on that red I'm in an all red 'Cat, and I swear this bitch, it blatt, (Skrrttt) Pop me a Hydro', man I swear that I love them meds I'm off a xan baby, hoes got me feelin' dead Ay', could you turn me up, gotta make sure I hear what I said You was a big bad wolf on the 'gram why u actin' scared? You was a funny guy, man yo' ass hopped in that Lil ted Spent five racks, now they give a young nigga champagne Did so many juggs, could've bought a fuckin' plain Jane Smokin' fat ass woods in the motherfuckin' Marriott Fuckin' them racks, yeah I think Imma just marry guap In the Porsche 911, damn near feel like a damn cop This bitch moving too slow, had to tell the lil' bitch chop chop Nigga yo' car too slow, got that shit from lil' shit from a lil' chop shop Me and lil' 'Kan on the freeway, speeding in that drop-top Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh) Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about Used to fuck an average bitch, now I'm fucking on a bitch from Paris now (Countin' em' racks up) And that lil nigga stay talkin' down And I heard you went to Roxas now, (yeah) Gotta run them bands up, It's no option now Took my bands out in public, these bitches out of pocket now Walk up in Lenox, and I'm straight coppin' now Goin' through woods, just all over them fuckin' Tramadols You got a band lil nigga?, please just knock it off I just bought this bitch just like some fuckin' Lysol man, turn the fuckin' lights off High off good drugs, higher than a fuckin' Eiffel Put an A-C-O-G scope on that fuckin' Rifle And my bitch off them drugs, actin' like a psycho Oh I told you, "I love you"?, that was a fuckin' typo