text: I told you, Im in the studio
  How many times you gon call me?
  Goddamn, this bitch trippin 
  Coco Chanel, you aint really bout it, I can tell
  Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself?
  Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt
  Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel
  Oh my God, why is shawty tryna test me?
  Too turnt up in the back of the jetstream 
  Cant be cuffed, but she tryin to arrest me
  Lyin to impress me, dyin to forget me
  I cant keep singin all my songs for ya
  You keep on ringin me, goes on and on
  Cant seem to figure out whats wrong with ya 
  Checking your temperature, thermometer
  Seems like lately
  Youre Coco crazy
  Coco Chanel, you aint really bout it, I can tell
  Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself?
  Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt
  Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel
  Coco, no Chanel 
  Super pretty chocolate nigga, she say she can tell
  Make her feel like Im from heaven, but I still put up through hell
  They wasnt bout what I was bout
  Them niggas aint rock the way that I rocked
  I realized they aint mean me well 
  Told her dont call my phone with all that nice shit 
  Double Cs on the belt correlate the ice hit 
  Gettin to know me right now is highly unlikely
  Cause I still remember the days when people like you aint like me, bitch
  Seems like lately 
  Youre Coco crazy 
  Coco Chanel, you aint really bout it, I can tell
  Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself?
  Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt
  Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel