More songs by Kodak Black
More songs by Chance the Rapper
Description
Here, love smells like money, resentment smells like designer perfume, and forgiveness smells like a box with the Chanel logo. It seems like everything has fallen apart, but warm feelings, like cashback, are still trickling in. Between the lines is the fatigue of a person who knows how to love but does so according to the instructions of luxury brands: instead of words, there are rings, bags, and flowers “in the mail.” It's touching and a little ridiculous, like trying to glue together a broken iPhone in a thousand-dollar case. But behind all this glamour, you can feel a living, simple desire for someone to stay, even if love is now delivered by couriers.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You stay tryna argue with me, man.
I don't give a fuck none of that.
'Cause you still get Chanel, and I still love you.
Look at me sayin' I'm sorry and I got all this swannin' Hope you don't take my forgiveness as if I'm bein' funny 'Cause baby girl, when you left, dawg, I was all fucked up, I was down as fuck Like the grass stopped growin', the wind stopped blowin' The birds stopped chirpin' and lightning struck But you still get Chanel and then chocolate and stuff You like CC's, baby? And BB's, baby?
It's hard to keep up with our love from a cell But on Valentine's, make sure that you still get
Chanel I never home, you watched me grow up in jail But on Mother's Day, I made sure that you still get Chanel Still get Chanel, strapped like Velcro Pieces in the mail, I'm a black market well Served the judge out of hand Gave a dog an elbow, snipers on command Brr, that's a ten-four, eat a lot of fish And I smoke a lot of kush, drums on the stick Can't do beatin' 'round the bush Still get Chanel, baby, hope you take me back for this Louis Farrakhan, baby, I keep sippin' Advils
CeCe came from a good family, she just sound hood Gotta keep Talisa's Chanel 'cause it sound good Sydney Christine, my San Fran swoop Joe the Trap Boomin', sellin' molly and soup Molly and soup, pull up Caucasian coupe -Caucasian coupe -Joe the Trap Boomin', sellin' molly and -soup -Molly and soup
Joe the Trap Boomin', Joe the Trap Boomin', ah
And you still get Celine Everybody on the team still gets a ring You the whole roster, you control the rock Even though you're set on blocked, I'ma still send some memes Girl, I just wanna drop off this set Ooh, girl, I'm just tryna get you on this jet Ooh, girl, I'm just tryna kiss you on your neck Ooh, girl, now you're on the phone gettin' wet Ooh, Everban' make her toes match her nails How you like your soft breeze? Cash App a zil' I F diamonds like I'm in the NFL
White girls love a rich nigga like Adele Hell, you deserve some flowers in the mail
Starline model, girl, you pretty like Janelle Met Donatella, girl, you're never finna fail I got eights by the case, baby, this ain't ginger ale
And you still get Chanel Still pull up on you for a Netflix and chill Miss you like an exit, girl, I love you like myself Still remember how you held it down Used to say I had white three, really, they was Rochés Used to have water bugs, really, they was roaches Million dollar pocket squares, really, they was brooches Bag full of mentors, really, they some coaches Bag full of spider, really YSL Say you really hate me, really like Chanel Really seem mad, let me take you to Rodelle Take the town to hell, but you still could get some heels And you still get Chanel, still get Chanel Strapped like Velcro, pieces in the mail I'm a black market well, served the judge out of hand Gave a dog an elbow, snipers on command