WIZ KHALIFA - Old Chanel lyrics

rate me

feat. Smoke DZA

Gold teeth and a snap back

Camo shorts, high socks and hoodies

Animal print Joyrich backpack

Keep a Raw cone stuffed with goodie

Eyes low as hell, I rock old Chanel

Smell the kush smoke on my mink

Jacuzzi bubbles on my Cuban link

Sipping champagne, smoking marijuana

Every finger got a ring

You can tell just by our slang

Native rich, skinny pants, young Americana

Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

Pull up in a Porsche

Beverly Hills, smoking that weed

I do low as well

With all this double RL and Rugby, ain’t hard to tell

Polo Sport, nigga I’m on the field

No Karo, we crack the seal

Gotta make sure the act is real

Don’t finger fuck the bud, the pack is real

Fans hyped ‘cause they lit us up

I’m high, don’t really give a fuck

Usain Bolt through Denim & Supply

I’m seasons ahead, you couldn’t catch me if you tried

I run my lane so hard, my feet swell up

Continuous waves, word to my seat dweller

Low bears, I got so many

Foamposites like I know Penny

Bombay, no Henny

Keep Nelly in that old Chanelly

Keep her earrings flooded and her wrists heavy

So when them bitches come through with them fakes speedy

She laughing

RLX stuff, like I came from the Aspens

DZA

This KK and we join week asset

Looking at you fuck niggas and laughing

That new BBC Barney’s collab’ came out

I ordered me one and lit one up

And got happy as fuck

Shout out to the niggas swaggin’ me up

‘Cause now you think I get this shit off the back of a truck

I got so much of it, flown in pieces

One of a kind custom shit

Going on trips, I hope my luggage fit

You only rock it ‘cause it got them two Gs on it

My wife’s bag cost 6 Gs and got them two Cs on it

Plus, I’m smoking well, my outfit dope as hell

Trying to find out what I’m rocking to the Grammy’s

Put that iPhone down fool, don’t try to Instagram me

That’s hoe shit

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

I rock old Chanel, old Chanel

Thanks to smoke da rev for correcting these lyrics