Kodak Black, Chance the Rapper Still Get Chanel

You stay tryna argue with me, man I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that shit 'Cause you still get Chanel and I still love you Look at me sayin' I'm sorry and I got all this money Hope you don't take my forgiveness as if I'm bein' funny 'Cause, baby girl, when you left a nigga, dog I was all fucked up, I was down as fuck Like the grass stopped growin', the wind stopped blowin' The birds stopped chirpin' and lightning struck But you still get Chanel and chocolate and stuff You like CCs, baby? And VVs, baby? It's hard to keep up when I love from a cell But on Valentine's, make sure that you still get Chanel I'm never home, you watched me grow up in jail But on Mother's Day, I'll make sure that you still get Chanel Still get Chanel, strapped like Velcro Pieces in the mail, I'm a black market well Serve the judge out a hand, gave my dog an elbow Snipers on command, brr, that's a 10-4 Eat a lot of fish and I smoke a lot of kush Drums on the stick, came through beatin' 'round the bush Still get Chanel, baby, hope you take me back for this Louis Farrakhan, baby, I keep sippin' Actavis CeCe came from a good family, she just sound hood Gotta keep Shelise in Chanel 'cause it sound good Sydney, Christine, my San Fran swoop Jody trap boomin', sellin' molly and soup Molly and soup, pull up, Caucasian coupe (Caucasian coupe) Jody trap boomin', sellin' molly and soup (Uh, molly and soup) Jody trap boomin', Jody trap boomin' (Ah) And you still get some lean (Yup) Everybody on the team still gets a ring (Ah) You the whole roster, you control the rock Even though you said I'm blocked, I'ma still send some memes, girl I just wanna drop off this set, girl I'm just tryna get you on this jet, ooh, girl I'm just tryna kiss you on your neck, ooh, girl Now you're on the phone gettin' wet, ooh Forever band, make her toes match her nails How you like your sorries? Cash App or Zelle? IF diamonds like I'm in the NFL (Ah) White girls love a rich nigga like Adele Hell, you deserve some fliers in the mail Stuntline model, girl, you pretty like Janelle Met Donatella, girl, you're never finna fail I got eighths by the case, baby, this ain't ginger ale And you still get Chanel Still pull up on you for a Netflix and chill Missed you like an exit, girl, I love you like myself Still remember how you held it down Used to say I had Y-3, really, they was Roshes Used to have waterbugs, really, they was roaches Billion-dollar pocket squares, really, they was broaches (Ah) Bag full of mentors, really, they some coaches Bag full of Spider, really YSL Say you really hatin' me, really like Chanel Really seem mad, let me take you to Rodeo Take the time to heal, but you still could get some heels, mm And you still get Chanel, still get Chanel Strapped like Velcro, pieces in the mail I'm a black market well, serve the judge out a hand Gave my dog an elbow, snipers on command