Vory and Landstrip Chip - Chanel Fix

What's happenin' Chi Chi?
Yeah
68 just straight cook the motherfucka up
Yeah

Yeah
Say I broke your heart, but I didn't mean to, yeah
You say you been hurting, baby, me too
Saw right through your feelings, girl, you see through
She tryna get revenge tryna get equal, yeah

Chanel fix (yeah), everything (yeah)
Them hoes and your bitches, they keep meddling
Chanel fix, everything (yeah)
Know they ask you questions, please don't say a thing
Oh, baby

What about the shit that we went through? (ayy, ayy)
All the shit we been through (all of the shit we, uh)
Icy shells 'round here (ayy, woo, ayy)
Don't talk to no 12 'round here (yeah)

I ain't saying I paint a perfect picture
I ain't saying that Chanel can fix you
I ain't saying that the cash can fix you
I fuck with Cash yeah that's my nigga
Yeah
I'm a young rich nigga from the trenches, yeah
Opps tryna find the shots they miss me
By some inches, shit (opp)
Know that you bad but, baby, please don't take it there
First name like my last name
In Chanel they know me well, 'cause
I say Chanel they know me well, 'cause (yeah)

Chanel fix (yeah), everything (yeah)
Them hoes and your bitches, they keep meddling
Chanel fix, everything (yeah)
Know they ask you questions, please don't say a thing
Oh, baby

All these C's on me they prolly think I'm average (yeah)
I keep this shit too P, niggas having double standards (huh)
And Chanel know how I come
Every pair I need forty-one
Every pair I need more than one
Yeah
First name like my last name
My receipts I kill the beat repeat
Take my bitch on shopping sprees all week
She told me talk is cheap
Got the game on lock and key
No cap niggas can't fuck with me (no cap)

Chanel kicks (Chanel) came from overseas (overseas)
Got back in my bag now they can't fuck with me (nah)
It seem like niggas allergic to Gucci they can't even touch a G (touch a G)
I tell 'em hold my size and it get pluck for free
Spend a couple G's, love how they fit
Since I got right, can't tell me shit (yeah, yeah)

Chanel fix (yeah), everything (yeah)
Them hoes and your bitches, they keep meddling
Chanel fix, everything (yeah)
Know they ask you questions, please don't say a thing
Oh, baby

Written by:
Chi Chi, Jordan Holt-May, Noah Pettigrew, Rai'Shaun Williams, Tavoris Hollins

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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