Coco Chanel - Nicki Minaj, Foxy Brown

[Intro: Foxy Brown &

Boonk Gang

Whole lotta gang shit

Beatzz

Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun

We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh

Whole lotta gang shit

Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl

Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!

Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco

Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po

Numero uno, me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling

Niggas know my name ring, and it go «ding-ding»

If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing

Ain’t talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it

If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it

If they take your cocaine, then they making crack of it

If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it

No, we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it

Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it

That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown

That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown

You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em

That’s word to Southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em

I’m mad Queens on 'em, runn mad schemes on 'em

I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em

My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em

I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie «Dreams» on 'em (Woop)

Hunnit degrees on 'em, but I freeze on 'em

A light breeze on 'em, I might breeze on 'em

Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on 'em

I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco

Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po

Numero uno, me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling

Niggas know my name ring, and it go «ding-ding»

If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing

Ain’t talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown &

Nicki Minaj

Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot

Brooklyn, where the fuck we at?

Flatbush, Bed-Stuy

That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats

All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back

Fuck my ratchet at?

Come make me dutty that

Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left

Man down when I come 'round, all y’all bitches bow down

King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga

Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck

Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up

Coco 'pon my foot dem,

C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow

See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!

Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay

The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die

Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs

I’m on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (Woah)

Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers

Y’all bitches dick riders

Little Nicki’s, little Inga’s, woah!

Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco

Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco

Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po

Numero uno, me llama Yoko

Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling

Niggas know my name ring, and it go «ding-ding»

If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing

Ain’t talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj &

Foxy Brown

Foxy plus one, it’s me, young Chun

And we ah-guh fuck up the place and done

So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum

Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns

Put your hands up

Illest to ever do it, tell' em Fe recognize

Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz?

They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch

Got real shooters, better D up, guys

Who me?

I’m physically fine

Who she?

Inside we know she dyin'

Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017

Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine

All these jealous bitches on the jelly team

Keepin' it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy)

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)