Текст песни Chanel Steppin' - GothieCouture

Want my bih' Chanel Steppin'
Cause then I'll have bail money
Niggas try to copy all my style
Down to my head
I got a couple niggas running now
I think them niggas scared
And I ain't even tryna chill no more
I only want the bread
And if you think I got a lot
Let me tell yo' ass again
I really came from rats & roaches
I ain't even add the friends
Pouring mud up off a lick
And that shit ain't een' make no cents
Pray to God for my forgiveness
I don't need that shit from man

Twist another leaf of Gas
(I ain't even gon pretend)
I got some problems and I know it
(I ain't even gon play pretend)
Got a problem let me know it
(We don't gotta play pretend)
If I see it ima show it
(I ain't come here for no friends)
I want that don't care money
Fuck it let me share money
Paying off some Fed money
Bury off some dead money
Please don't take no bread from me
Got thoughts in my head from it
Trying not to call my bro
You don't want his ass coming
Let me count some dollas'
Cause yo' bitch gon' shake ha' ass on this
Came up out the cut
My niggas never seen no real money
They called me dub but when I see em now
It's dead funny
Dis' bitch like my hardstyle
I think I am a Head Hunter
If you ain't fuck with me then my nigga please don't beg for me
Tried to put so many on I think I broke my leg for it
Put it on myself & then they seen I got some bread for it
Only comfy when I work I think I'm really bred for it...

Want my bih' Chanel Steppin'
Cause then I'll have bail money
Niggas try to copy all my style
Down to my head
I got a couple niggas running now
I think them niggas scared
And I ain't even tryna chill no more
I only want the bread
And if you think I got alot
Let me tell yo' ass again
I really came from rats & roaches
I ain't even add the friends
Pouring mud up off a lick
And that shit ain't een' make no cents
Pray to God for my forgiveness
I don't need that shit from man