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Young Thug – Chanel (Go Get It) Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future]
Anything she want she can get
Anything she want she can get
Anything she want she can get
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Anything you see, you can get it
Here go the keys to the Bentley
When I fuck her, I got good intentions
I just can’t get my palms to stop itchin’
Water on me like I live with the fishes
I done ordered every color in tennis
Got the diamonds put in by my dentist
I’ma shine when I’m skinnin’ and grinnin’
Ice my watch, I’m not wastin’ my time
Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime
Connect with my bitch like WiFi
I’m in the DM like Cha Cha
I got Ms, I can take care of the southside
I’ve been bettin’ the billionaire ties
Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size
Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes
Got Marc Jacobs, they cover my eyes
She need help, I’ma send her a dime
I can’t pour nothing less than two lines
[?] the back seat reclines
She want me to put that dick in her spine
Take her shoppin’ and keep her from cryin’
Give you stones you one of a kind
Got Chanel with the C’s on both sides

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
They locked the door when we walk in Fendi
Save the 100’s, them dubs, we spendin’
Real dope boy, ain’t chargin’ no card
New G-Wagon, she already got
Real grown woman, she ain’t post her body
Check price tags, you want it, you get it
You a big Thugger fan, he scared to admit it
Gettin’ six for a show, I’m handlin’ business
LA for a month, get away from the city
Been sippin’ this syrup, I’ma need a new kidney
Just tell me where it’s at and I’ma go in and get it
‘Ever I say, she on it
New Range Rover, she want it
We don’t do “no,” she on it
Runnin’ out of space for the bags in her closet
Runnin’ through checks every day, no fraud shit
Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
Bad lil’ bitch, good brain go to college
You ain’t really gotta pay for nothing, I got it
Big bankroll, I ain’t totin’ no wallet
I don’t withdraw, nigga, name deposit
T-Pain, Plies, I call up my shawty, my shawty

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
She want Chanel, go get it (she want Chanel, go get it)
She want Chanel, go get it (go get it)
She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

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Chris Brown – Cherry Red

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin’ in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin’ with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, “Fuck Uncle Sam”
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van

All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won’t take a hit
It’s eastside nigga, 500
Pirut, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that’s a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can’t touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon’ handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red vans

Lace up my red Vans, duckin’ the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin’ the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin’ the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that’s that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain’t nothin’ but a whoop thing
No stoppin’ that shoot train
Bomb on ’em like Hussain

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red vans