Chanel Bag lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Brr, brr
It's Gucci
Brr, brr

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
She don't want no lame n*gga, she like drug dealers (Brr, brr)
Her pus*y ain't for broke n*ggas, she like rich n*ggas (Brr, brr)
I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (It's Gucci)
She might get a Chanel purse if her head is fire (Yeah)
She don't want no lame n*gga, she like drug dealers (Brr, brr)
Her pus*y ain't for broke n*ggas, she like rich n*ggas (Brr, brr)
I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (Fly, fly)
She might get a Chanel purse if hеr head is fire (Her hеad fire)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow four-door coupe, it look like a photoshoot (Yoom)
Got a yellow b*tch with me and canary yellow juice (Yoom)
Buy her Chanel, I got crazy clientele and that's true (And it is true)
And if I tell that b*tch to jump, then she gon' jump off the roof
Act like it's a honeymoon, we ain't even jump the broom (Uh)
Suckin' me like a vacuum, man, this b*tch must be on shrooms (Ooh)
I was tryna keep it cool, no pressure, call me Mr. Smooth
When I whip my di*k out of my pants, the elephant in the room (Well, damn)
And she just broke up with her ex, young n*gga didn't have no money (No)
A Black girl, but she give head like she a snow bunny (Well, damn)
I just gave her five thousand and told her, "It's gas money" (Gas)
He be askin', can he borrow? He gambled his last money (Last)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & JT]
She don't want no lame n*gga, she like drug dealers (Brr, brr)
Her pus*y ain't for broke n*ggas, she like rich n*ggas (Rich n*ggas)
I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (Keep her fly)
She might get a Chanel purse if her head is fire (Her head is fire)
She don't want no lame n*gga, she like drug dealers (Drug dealers)
Her pus*y ain't for broke n*ggas, she like rich n*ggas (Yeah)
I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (City Cinderella)
She might get a Chanel purse if her head is fire (Uh)

[Verse 2: JT]
I give bad b*tch, these b*tches don't give that (They don't)
He was your lifeline, ho, I came and killed that (I did)
I love to show off, b*tch, that's why the top back (Skrrt)
I know your stalkin' ass seen a ho top that (Hi)
Only get high overseas, ho
Microdosin' in a thong, smokin' weed, ho
Watch what you say, b*tch
f*ck what you mean, ho (f*ck what you mean, ho)
I'm the real deal, you the meme, ho
Hoes hate me, but I'm still gon' stunt (f*ck 'em)
Chanel bags, got three this month (Bags)
Bail hoppin' with a thief and a pump
Presi' on my wrist, I scam like Trump (Not guilty)
I post it twice, just to rub it in (Haha)
I'm Keisha fine, b*tch, show your friend
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
She don't want no lame n*gga, she like drug dealers (Drugs)
Her pus*y ain't for broke n*ggas, she like rich n*ggas (Rich)
I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (Fly, fly)
She might get a Chanel purse if her head is fire (Her head fire)
She don't want no lame n*gga, she like drug dealers (Brr, brr)
Her pus*y ain't for broke n*ggas, she like rich n*ggas (Rich n*ggas)
I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep her fly (Fly, fly)
She might get a Chanel purse if her head is fire (Her head fire)