Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
D.A. got that dope!
Ooh, ooh
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
Slidin' to Sasha to get me some top
From a boppa I know since way, way back
Uh, I can sustain that
She like me, she like mе, she came back
Pull up in Woods lookin' wet
All my ladiеs pedestrians thinkin' I sling crack
They look up to me 'cause I'm something to be
And I'm always gon' try to maintain that
Uh, know that you ain't that
Uh, know that you hate that
Just turned 19, I'm a young prodigy
And you know that it's true, so I say that
Uh, say it or spray it
We keep a secret like Vegas
She gon' get naked
After we smokin', we faded
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
She want Chanel, she want the Prada
She want the Louis and Dolce Gabbana
She want the drama, I only want commas
Like bitch, knock it off, I'ma hang the FaceTime up
Ain't had no time for a shave or a line-up
I'm busy relaxing, kick back like recliner
My baby went blonde so I call her Madonna
These niggas be lookin', like "Where did you find her?"
I told them to back up before I'ma slime you
You best get your racks up, you want you a dimer
Your bitches bad, my bitches finer
Got blood on my sneakers, ain't talkin' designer
Stay with my brothers 'cause that's what this on
And you speak on my name, then my partners gon' find you
My jeans are from Italy, yours came from China
They say I'm the goat, talkin' bout North Carolina
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
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