I told you, I’m in the studio
How many times you gon’ call me?
Goddamn, this b*tch trippin’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
(94 don’t need no brakes, yeah)
Coco Chanel (Chanel), you ain’t really ’bout it, I can tell
Coco Chanel (Chanel), can you keep your hands to yourself?
Coco Chanel (Chanel), double C lock on the belt
Coco Chanel (Chanel), Coco Chanel
Oh my God, why is shawty tryna text me?
Too turnt up, in the back of the jet-stream
Can’t be cuffed, but she trying to arrest me
Lying to impress me, dying to forget me
I can’t keep singing all my songs for ya’
You keep on ringing me, goes on and on
Can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with ya’
Checkin’ your temperature, thermometer