Chanel Baby Lyrics

We're not in your buzz
We're not in your fashion
We don't get this close
Running from your heaven
I don't do what he does
I only fuck with the archaic kind of fun

You're a Chanel baby
Being who you're not so freely
You smell gold, don't keep me company
I'm tellin' you, "just don't be with me"
There's so much more to see than your diamonds, your rubies

Chanel's sign is your fetish (fetish)
It got stuck in your head like the music that radio plays
Don't you see this shit's childish?
Talkin' 'bout your fetish
And all your friends are Chanel babies
And their diamonds keep blindin' our faces
They got them palaces
We're dancing 'round our perfect places
Hell yeah, poor little Chanel baby

I'm not in your world
I'm not in your villa
I don't got any word
I'm just running from ya
I don't mess with you, girl
I only fuck with the old type of utopia

You're a Chanel baby
Being who you're not so freely
You smell gold, don't keep me company
I'm tellin' you, "just don't be with me"
There's so much more to see than your diamonds, your rubies

Chanel's sign is your fetish (fetish)
It got stuck in your head like the music that radio plays
Don't you see this shit's childish?
Talkin' 'bout your fetish
And all your friends are Chanel babies
And their diamonds keep blindin' our faces
They got them palaces
We're dancing 'round our perfect places
Hell yeah, poor little Chanel baby

Everything's strange when we're dancing in the backyard
When there's no Grey Goose, Maybach, Chanel conversations
Everything's strange when this ain't no easy, when you find it hard
When there's no Grey Goose, Maybach, Chanel conversations
Everything's better when you're not imitating that girl who keeps to say on repeat, "J'adore Dior"
Well, I'm bored
When there's no Grey Goose, jet planes, Paco Rabanne, goddamn Cadillac, Chanel conversations
Yeah, I don't give two fuck 'bout your Hennessy
You can keep on crying, poor little Chanel baby

Chanel's sign is your fetish (fetish)
It got stuck in your head like the music that radio plays
Don't you see this shit's childish?
Talkin' 'bout your fetish
And all your friends are Chanel babies
And their diamonds keep blindin' our faces
They got them palaces
We're dancing 'round our perfect places
Hell yeah, poor little Chanel baby