Fashion Week Lyrics
Huh, Baby you know how much this jacket cost?
It’s not to flex or nothing I just wanna know
if you know what designer things look like
You feel me?
I heard what you said, where your manners at?
Don’t ask what this cost, it ain’t meant to last.
Where your boyfriend at? I don’t ever lack.
Ya this here Chanel, I thought you’d never ask.
Pick your poison walkin in, they got everything you need.
Spend it on the camera feed, Paris, Milan, I’m like sheesh.
Tender headed, braid my hair, Eiffel Tower look at me.
Tell em take me to the back I brought my racks for double C,
I brought my racks for double C, Brought my racks for double C,
Brought my racks for Double C, brought my racks, my racks racks…
Yeah, see when I uh, when I talk about I gotta just, tell you what I like, shit.
You might rock Gucci, Prada. I rock Chanel.
You might like Dior, Versace. But I rock Chanel.
I’m bout to take a long trip to the city, Im boutta go way back come with me.
I might be in Amsterdam, Paris, or New York, if it’s fashion week.
Bitch ain’t I clean
N**** Chanel Where?
Just blew a bag
You n***** ain’t drippin’ you n***** is drowning
Hoe ain’t I clean
This Chanel
This that new
I spend it and spend it as soon as I get it, for the Chanel, hoe I’m a menace
Spend 40 nights in the mirror I’m him, back in the gym I get over the rim.
From Budlong and King I wear it like this, back outta town, the flick of the wrist.
A devilish grin, like guess where I been, further than blood, further than kin.
I told Channel we’ll put the East on the map, we different as fuck, a matter of fact.
Like front of the store, we back to them racks, Chanel Chanel, just throw me a pack.
Chorus
You might rock Gucci, Prada. I rock Chanel.
You might like Dior, Versace. But I rock Chanel.
I’m bout to take a long trip to the city, Im boutta go way back come with me.
I might be in Amsterdam, Paris, or New York, if it’s fashion week.
Booked a one way shouldn’t leave in this fashion
Honestly, you shoulda spent that shit on a therapist
Passport stamps like the mail bitch what’s happenin’
I didn’t know the swapmeet sold designer