Coco Chanel (Chanel), you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell
Coco Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself?
Coco Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt
Coco Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel
Oh my God, why is shawty tryna text me?
Too turnt up, in the back of the jet-stream
Can't be cuffed, but she trying to arrest me
Lying to impress me, dying to forget me
I can't keep singing all my songs for ya'
You keep on ringing me, goes on and on
Can't seem to figure out what's wrong with ya'
Checkin' your temperature, thermometer
Seems like lately
You're Co-co crazy
Coco Chanel (Chanel), you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell (Tell)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself? (To yourself)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt (Lock, lock, lock)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel
Coco, no Chanel (Woo)
Super pretty chocolate nigga, she say she can tell
Make her feel like I'm from Heaven but I still put up through hell
They wasn't 'bout what I was 'bout
Them niggas ain't rock the way that I rock
N.C.
Told her don't call my phone with all that nice shit (Oh no)
Double C's on the belt correlate to ice shit (Bling, bling)
Keep it on me right now, it's highly unlikely
'Cause I still remember the days when people like you didn't like me
Seems like lately (You know, I ain't even trippin', you know what I mean?)
You're Co-co crazy (I'm doin' good without you)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell (Tell)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself? (To yourself)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt (Lock, lock, lock)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel