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jay critch - chanel and paris lyrics

[intro]
(chulo)
hey

[chorus]
dior in london, chanel in paris (chanel in paris)
those are my b+tches (are my b+tches), not what i’m wearing (not what i’m wearing)
my diamonds glitching (diamonds glitching), they need repairing (need repairing)
they never listen (never listen), they don’t really hear me, nah
on the road to riches, i won’t steer you wrong (nah)
bad b+tch, ass fat, hair so long (hair so long)
i’ma hit that, then i hit the door and tell her to hit my phone (hit my phone)
said she got a man, i’m like, “why he got you out here alone?” (here alone)
[verse 1]
matter fact, couple racks, make her bend over (bend over)
way back, i was wishin’ for a benz (wishin’ for a benz)
scratch that, we about to get these m’s (’bout to get some m’s)
and she bad, but i really want her friends
down on her knees, i might bless her
i’m smokin’ weed for the pressure (smokin’ weed)
bad little freak in my phone (in my phone)
had to get that green on my own (green on my own)
won’t see me on the block now, money coming fast
in the v, then i hopped out lookin’ like a bag (yeah, hey)
can’t f+ck with that b+tch, she trash
count it up, now my wrist on splash (now my wrist on splash)
new money got ’em all so mad (so mad)
move funny and we on your ass (on your ass)
two foreigns and they both got ass
like, what you gon’ do with that? (what you gon’ do with that?)
i walk in, they like, “who that?” (who that?)
i think i got my groove back (groove back)
money on me like tattoos
all my hoes got cash too (all my hoes got cash too)
talkin’ money, n+gga, cash rules (cash rules)
diamonds go nuts, cashews (cashews)
we was posted on the avenue
bad b+tch with an attitude (bad b+tch with an attitude)
go ahead, i ain’t mad at you (i ain’t mad at you)
lot of vibes, gotta have a few, oh
[chorus]
dior in london, chanel in paris (chanel in paris)
those are my b+tches (are my b+tches), not what i’m wearing (not what i’m wearing)
my diamonds glitching (diamonds glitching), they need repairing (need repairing)
they never listen (never listen), they don’t really hear me, nah
on the road to riches, i won’t steer you wrong (nah)
bad b+tch, ass fat, hair so long (hair so long)
i’ma hit that, then i hit the door and tell her to hit my phone (hit my phone)
said she got a man, i’m like, “why he got you out here alone?” (here alone)

[verse 2]
diamonds flash, yeah (flash, yeah)
do the dash, yeah (dash, yeah)
tryna smash, yeah (smash, yeah)
throw it back, yeah (back, yeah)
i came up, i ain’t gotta rob, but i used to
pick her up in a new coupe, she ain’t used to
got in my lane, f+ck the chains, b+tch, the name hold weight (name hold weight)
you say you get money, well, i say no way (no way)
today i’m in gucci, but my b+tch in dolce (b+tch in dolce)
gettin’ paid, give a f+ck if anybody gon’ hate
diamonds make her dance (make her dance), girl, what’s good with it? (good with it)
we got h+lla bands (h+lla bands), but we hood with it (30, 30)
i been drinkin’ too much, i ain’t playin’ no games (playin’ no games)
when she way too bad to be f+ckin’ with these lames (f+ckin’ with these lames)
[chorus]
dior in london, chanel in paris (chanel in paris)
those are my b+tches (are my b+tches), not what i’m wearing (not what i’m wearing)
my diamonds glitching (diamonds glitching), they need repairing (need repairing)
they never listen (never listen), they don’t really hear me, nah
on the road to riches, i won’t steer you wrong (nah)
bad b+tch, ass fat, hair so long (hair so long)
i’ma hit that, then i hit the door and tell her to hit my phone (hit my phone)
said she got a man, i’m like, “why he got you out here alone?” (here alone)

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