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点击复制Giving Chanel - Meek Mill/Future
Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Navyadius Demun Wilburn/KJ/Nikolas Papamitrou/Ari Nijam
Composed by：Robert Williams/Navyadius Demun Wilburn/KJ/Nikolas Papamitrou/Ari Nijam
KJ what you got goin' on man
Yo Nick Papz make it slap brr
Come with the gang he one of the gang
I get him a lawyer I pay him a bail
He a lil' shooter he ain't got no *******
I get one my ******* to send him some mail
I was just whippin' the 'Rari on Collins
Givin' 'em hell
She was just eatin' it 'til she cryin'
Ooh it's givin' Chanel
Give me some money I know what to do
I turn one into two and just give a scale
Stackin' my coins all my diamonds is water
I'm knowin' these niggas ain't wishin' me well
He got hit up with that yop stick brr ooh his kidneys failed
I've been puttin' it on and you know
I'ma pop **** 'cause I'm really for real
I ain't kissin' and tellin' I'ma keep it a racky nigga never could pack me
In the back of the Bach with a Maybach in back me
Know I'm rich as an athlete
And I know what to do if them people come grab me
No I'm never gonna press plea
Say I'm tellin on who it'll get you smoked automatically
It'll go on my rap sheet brr brr ooh racks
She throwin' it 'cause it was fat okay
I'm blowin' it 'cause I be knowin' I like it
Get focused and go get it back yeah yeah
She gettin' real hype 'round Mike HOV
And them I just told her relax
This **** out the trenches
I'm fresh out the kitchen from turnin' the stove to the max
And they killed my dawg a few days ago
I ain't holdin' it back Lil' B
Can't even explain how I feel
Unless I'm rollin' off these pills rollin'
I smoke some **** to go to sleep and wake up
Prayin' it ain't real
Go through some new **** every week
I need some head so I could chill for real
For real for real for real for real
Really like that for real for real
Nigga got smack for real for real
He ain't really like that in the field for real
Really got back I started with nothin'
I'll show you how to run up them M's for real
For real for real for real for real for real
I'm on a G6 in a 747 ****** high as a plane
That's my lil' nigga he a lil' shooter
I gave him a ***** told her blow out his brain
I'm on jetskies in the ocean givin' them hell
She eat the **** up 'til she cry cry cry
It's givin' Chanel
I got them hitters with me
Brought a whole lot of switches with me like I'm back in the trenches
I took the street route when I wake up and leave out
I can throw on Givenchy
I'm in the back of the Bach with a Bach followin' me
With a Rolls behind
I got the Mac on the side of me rackys
And I'm rich as a athlete
I don't know how to talk back to the police
If I get caught with a whole key
Whippin' a Bimmer I'm rockin a Rollie havin' trap money lowkey
I'm rockin' Prada on Prada on LV got more water on then the Maldives
Ain't have no problem with gettin' my Benjis
I can smell all the envy
Two hundred milli for real for real
I'm still with niggas that kill for real
I'm in a milly for real for real
They gone on a drilly for real for real
Run up a billi for real for real
I bill and I nilly for real for real
I got them racks them racks them racks for real
They came in a vacuum seal
I'm in a coupe coupe
And I'm droppin' the top off 'bout to hit off a cougar
I got a plug plug when it comes to the ***** *****
I got money and chula
You in the hood now got them robbers
And killers 'round nigga work on a hill
I'm 'bout to touchdown where they runnin' and gunnin' down
Brought them sticks with us
I'm gettin' Lewinsky in the back of the Benzi from two fiendskies
I got some mixed breeds tryna eat up my undies gettin' hungry
I'm on a lear the vision crystal clear uh Cartier
She gave me mop top all year
Now it's givin' some new gear
I got some ******* I'm ballin on this year
Think I'm playin for Pat Riley
I bet the h*es came on your G6
When they thought we was doin' Molly
I'm in the pent' the one with the city the view with the glass
You get what you choose
Ridin' the Bat Mobile two hundred to sit on the dash
It's givin' a coupe