Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chanel, artist - Young Thug. Album song Young Thug vs Thugger Thugger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Playabandz
Song language: English
Chanel |
[Intro: Young Thug & |
Skooly |
I can see that bullshit from a mile away (See it) |
You can stack my money 'bout a mile away (Stack it) |
I got three white bitches like it’s powder day (White) |
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei |
And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (Sexy) |
She lookin' back like I’m flexin', baby, no way (Uh-uh) |
And lately, I been on that D’usse, yee |
We got London on the track |
Got me a check, I got a check |
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) |
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) |
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) |
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain |
Money in my pants, I got money I call change |
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made |
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane |
If I need some racks, I’ma flip me some packs |
I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin' back |
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack |
Or I put that brack in my brack |
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie |
If you don’t owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me |
I promise I won’t ever quit, bitch, I’m Kobe |
And I whip that white, you can snow me |
Stoner Young Thugger |
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger |
Yeah, she shinin' like butter |
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler |
Leave it to Beaver |
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him |
Yeah, they all wanna greet him |
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh |
No, they won’t tease on that dick, they won’t read on that dick |
They won’t leash on that dick, |
don’t Felicia that dick |
Mamacita that dick, |
they gon' snitch on that dick |
And she screamin' loud, she can’t secret that dick |
Mama a beast on that dick |
If she bad, I’ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch |
Eat that, lil' bitch, I’ma feast that lil' bitch, mm |
I got me a check, I got a check |
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) |
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) |
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) |
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain |
Yeah, I |
'm like, baby, baby, baby, I |
need racks |
Money in my pants, I got money I call change |
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks |
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made |
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks |
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane |
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! |
Bitch, I’m a Migo, I play with kilo |
When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero |
All of my niggas, they hard, call 'em beetles |
Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals |
Droppin' the top on the Bentley |
I’m with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle |
Geeked out my mind, man, I’m tripping out |
I don’t know none of these people |
Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter |
Yes, I got threats, I’m not worried 'bout that |
They know they can get whacked and I swear I done |
Got me a check, I got a check |
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) |
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) |
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) |
Yeah, I’m like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks |
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks |
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks |
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! |
We got London on da Track! |