Songtexte Red Carpet - Pap Chanel

Hello? (Bitch)
Tell me what you know, girl (I'm good)
(Tell me why this nigga from last night keep calling me)
(And asking me for your number, what the hell is on?)
Girl, you know how I kick it to these niggas, who I date
It ain't nothing to it for real, you know?

I just walk by niggas, treat me like they never seen better
Flexing on the jet, okay let me see fella
I spend time on my look, ain't need my rose better
Nigga gone if he look, bitches should know better

When the sleep pretty woke up in that same order
Sugar daddy tricking while I go flex on his daughter
My business like crack, these bitches sniffing like a snorter
Make it rain, country bitches love Travis Porter

Bouncing it, bouncing it, tell me how you want it
Counting it, counting it, you might only talk to like your first love
Baby, I can tell you ain't fronting
Buy your girl Chanel, show the world how you stunt

Play it out, cool, I might hit a reset
Made my own red carpet, I be that bitch
Every four seasons I gotta say nicks
Say he a finessa, I gotta say tricks

Boss bitches out here really have a different magic
Walk by rich nigga, I know I can have it
All my looks kill, bitches living in the past tense
Real life stoner but these ass are distracted

I just walk by niggas, treat me like they never seen better
Flexing on the jet, okay let me see fella
I spend time on my look, ain't need my rose better
Nigga gone if he look, bitches should know better

When the sleep pretty woke up in that same order
Sugar daddy tricking while I go flex on his daughter
My business like crack, these bitches sniffing like a snorter
Make it rain, country bitches love Travis Porter

You wanna see some ass, I wanna see some cash
Keep them dollars coming, and they gonna make me dance
Keep them dollars coming, and they gonna make me dance
Make it rain trip, make it, make it rain trip
Make it rain trip, make it, make it rain trip