DOM KENNEDY - Platinum Chanel lyrics

[DOM KENNEDY - Platinum Chanel lyrics]

I'm on point
That's not the 300 it's the Rolls Royce
Stainless steel watch by choice
With the gold voice
One look at me and she moist, we in Fuego
Hard rock suite down in Day-go get her prego
Wake up real early to Eggos
And fresh squeezed
You can wear Adidas and Gucci it mesh clean
And I'll take any color in
The coupe except green
The girls that I used to
Fuck with is ex fiends
Thinking I should spend my money
On you thats extreme
Now if time cost money, and money cost time
Take care of wifey keep them
Honeys on the side
Real playboys keep a bunny on the side
Cause you gon' need somebody to bail you out
Platinum Chanel - I can lobster tail you out
Stay in the house cause bitch
I can tell you wild these niggas thirsty
You know they can smell you out i'mma mack
Don't let these niggas Dell you out
Stay focused - if you could
Get a lil' closer
I'll take you with me when it's
Time to go on Oprah
Gumbo just ain't the same without okra
And you don't look good without
Me it's the same thing
Remember Kobe cheated on his, the same ring
We getting rich off sixteens and can't sing
I got fans know who I am in Beijing
I bought my first car off the lot at eighteen
I knew niggas going to jail
When we was twelve they used to come back to
School like it was hell
I got my style back in them
Days if you can tell
Things didn't always look bright
But we prevailed
We used to roll oregano joints
That we would sell if you got a couple
Of sales that's clientele
Ain't no one way in it's try and fail
The games has it's ups and
Downs you buy and sell
I might go back to school I might Yale
Get a couple million next year
I might as well

Uh, yeah platinum Chanel (this that)
Platinum Chanel (this that)
Platinum Chanel (this that) platinum Chanel

I keep going diamonds on diamonds and shit
It keeps snowing
Err'body say they want peace
'til the piece showing
Pull it out the 501's
With the crease showing
Take a couple shots and I’m done, B bowens
I'm the biggest star on the
Field like T owens
Damn I only met her last week and she on it
I ain't got much time to
Give but she want it
If Mercedes make a new Benz then we want it
Take yo' moment and make it our moment
We don't ask for nothin' from our opponent
We don't give a fuck, my gold chain's stolen
Yo' gold chain plated, ya whole style dated
Leimert Park Legend, So Cal greatest
House party going Fo' Cal Bangaz
Shit gets dangerous
First get money, nigga then get famous
Now fuck being famous, the whole shit tainted
You got no money
10 G's a month yeah I know God love me
I laugh on my way to the bank the shit funny
Don't wear LeBrons to the
Club the shit's ugly
3 Piece rims on the Porsche it look lovely
Chain hang down to my tummy I look chubby
Tell her like Kendrick Lamar
Just don't wuwwy i'm in the best shape of
My youth I'm getting loot
I'm backstage eating on fruit
You drinkin' soup
Ya single didn't even recoup
You out the loop
It's me, Cube, Quik, and Snoop
It's not a fluke
Sittin' out front of the stoop
I got the juice
Before I leave the house tonight
I got you ma

Uh, yeah platinum Chanel (this that)
Platinum Chanel (this that)
Platinum Chanel (this that) platinum Chanel

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret