I told you, I'm in the studio How many times you gon' call me? Goddamn, this bitch trippin' (skrrt, skrrt) (94 don't need no brakes, yeah) Coco Chanel, you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself? Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel Oh my God, why is shawty tryna test me? Too turnt up in the back of the jetstream (yeah) Can't be cuffed, but she tryin' to arrest me Lyin' to impress me, dyin' to forget me I can't keep singin' all my songs for ya You keep on ringin' me, goes on and on Can't seem to figure out what's wrong with ya (woah) Checking your temperature, thermometer Seems like lately You're Coco crazy Coco Chanel, you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself? Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel Coco, no Chanel (woo) Super pretty chocolate nigga, she say she can tell Make her feel like I'm from heaven, but I still put up through hell They wasn't 'bout what I was 'bout Them niggas ain't rock the way that I rocked I realized they ain't mean me well (let's go) Told her don't call my phone with all that nice shit (oh, no) Double C's on the belt correlate the ice hit (bling, bling) Gettin' to know me right now is highly unlikely 'Cause I still remember the days When people like you ain't like me, bitch Seems like lately (but fuck that, you know) You're Coco (I ain't even trippin', you know what I mean?) Crazy (I'm doin' good without you) (Go) Coco Chanel, you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself? Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel