Songtexte Still Get Chanel - Kodak Black

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, dawg
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 ten-four

Eat a lot of fish and I smoke a lot of kush
Drums on the stick, came through beating 'round the bush
Still get Chanel, baby, hope you take me back for this
Louis Farrakhan, baby, I keep sippin' Actavis

Huh, 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 eight's 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