Old Chanel

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Gold teeth and a snapback

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 print and skinny pants, young Americana

Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

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)

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]

Riiiiightt

I do 'Lo as well

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

Polo Sport, nigga I'm on the field (Coasting)

No Karo, we cracked the seal, gotta make sure the Act' is real (Actavis)

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

I Usain Bolt through Denim & Supply

I'm seasons ahead, you couldn't catch me if you tried (Never)

I run my lane so hard, my feet swell up

Continuous waves, word to my sea dweller

'Lo 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 (Right)

So when them bitches come through with them fake Speedies she laughin'

RLX'd up, like I came from the Aspens, DZA

This KK in the joint we gassin'

Lookin' at you fuck niggas and laughin', with the captain

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

That new BBC Barney's collab came out

I ordered me one, lit one up and got happy as fuck

Shout out to the niggas swagging 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 two Gs on it

My wife bag cost six G’s, and got them two C’s on it

Plus, I'm smoking well

My outfit dope as hell

Tryna 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

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

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

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]

Ain’t no telling where we going from here

Young nigga with all this old shit on

Must know something, must be around something

Must know somebody

Must be somebody