Still Get Chanel - Kodak Black ft. Chance the Rapper

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, dog

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 10-4

Eat a lot of fish and I smoke a lot of kush

Drums on the stick, came through beatin' 'round the bush

Still get Chanel, baby, hope you take me back for this

Louis Farrakhan, baby, I keep sippin' Actavis

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 Celine (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 eighths 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