Chanel West Coast - White Picket Fence lyrics
[Chanel West Coast - White Picket Fence lyrics]
You think that this was fuckin'
Handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every
Dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I
Went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work
Work for this white picket fence
Oh my God, I'm so privileged, yeah
I'm so lucky i'm born into riches
Ain't worked for this money
I just got all of this handed to me
It's like all of this happened magic-a-lly
Mommy and daddy, big brother and sister
Golden retriever, got lobster for dinner
Got a maid and butler on call with a button
Beach house in the summer
PJ like it's nothing
Nah bitch, you wish, that's not
What my life was, that's not how it is
I roll on the metro, been trappin' with mom
Growin' weed in thе crib
Always had two jobs, ain't no fam to chip in
We did it on our own
That's just how we get it
My mom always taught mе to
Save and I spend it
White trash at it's finest, no shame
I admit it
My life wasn't nicest but I stayed persistent
You think that this was fuckin'
Handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every
Dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I
Went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work
Work for this white picket fence
Yo, who you talkin' bout
That girl from the show?
Way she do music, no way she could flow
I heard she Young Money
But then she got dropped
Set up to blow, so why she ain't popped?
Bitch thinks she can rap
She ain't with the culture
She tryin' too hard, she dumb, she a vulture
Whatever fam, she on 'cause she pretty
She paid for them features and
Gave 'em the kitty
That's me on TV, shout out to Rob
He gave me a check when a bitch had no job
Yeah, he my fam, I love him for life
But hip-hop my blood, been rappin' since five
Ain't gonna listen to haters that's
Wishin' for my disposition
Fuck all competition
Bite them, I'm switchin' my style up
I'm hittin' and fuck it, you missin'
'cause swingin' means livin'
You think that this was fuckin'
Handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every
Dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I
Went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work
Work for this white picket fence
For this white picket fence
For this white picket fence
Handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every
Dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I
Went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work
Work for this white picket fence
Oh my God, I'm so privileged, yeah
I'm so lucky i'm born into riches
Ain't worked for this money
I just got all of this handed to me
It's like all of this happened magic-a-lly
Mommy and daddy, big brother and sister
Golden retriever, got lobster for dinner
Got a maid and butler on call with a button
Beach house in the summer
PJ like it's nothing
Nah bitch, you wish, that's not
What my life was, that's not how it is
I roll on the metro, been trappin' with mom
Growin' weed in thе crib
Always had two jobs, ain't no fam to chip in
We did it on our own
That's just how we get it
My mom always taught mе to
Save and I spend it
White trash at it's finest, no shame
I admit it
My life wasn't nicest but I stayed persistent
You think that this was fuckin'
Handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every
Dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I
Went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work
Work for this white picket fence
Yo, who you talkin' bout
That girl from the show?
Way she do music, no way she could flow
I heard she Young Money
But then she got dropped
Set up to blow, so why she ain't popped?
Bitch thinks she can rap
She ain't with the culture
She tryin' too hard, she dumb, she a vulture
Whatever fam, she on 'cause she pretty
She paid for them features and
Gave 'em the kitty
That's me on TV, shout out to Rob
He gave me a check when a bitch had no job
Yeah, he my fam, I love him for life
But hip-hop my blood, been rappin' since five
Ain't gonna listen to haters that's
Wishin' for my disposition
Fuck all competition
Bite them, I'm switchin' my style up
I'm hittin' and fuck it, you missin'
'cause swingin' means livin'
You think that this was fuckin'
Handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every
Dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I
Went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work
Work for this white picket fence
For this white picket fence
For this white picket fence