Lyrics:

(DY Krazy)

Bringin' you new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass
Best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in a Jag', crazy
I crash that bitch, daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes

I'm in that bag, baby (Yeah)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in my 'Vette (On God)
I drive it real fast, baby (On God)
Mercedes Benz (On God)
I'm in my bag, baby (On God)

I'm in first-class, baby (On God)
You in last, baby (On God)
I'm a 90s baby
But I cook that shit from the 80s (On God)
Hard top Mercedes (On God)
I'm ridin' that drop Mercedes (On God)
Fuck all your opps, don't save 'em (That's on God)
Just let that AK re-arrange 'em (That's on God)

Fuck on the opp nigga bitch on the daily (On God)
Ball on the bitch, Tracy McGrady (That's on God)
Throw b's up for the brazy (On God)
I put the K in krazy (On God)
I'm with no limit, that's on the daily (On God)
That chopper tear 'em like pages (On God)
Headshot leave your face lookin' crazy (On God)
Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh (On God, on God, on God)

I got four pockets with lettuce
We 'bout to show 'em who the best is
I need an ambulance up in the nosebleed
I designed that lil' body, she a trophy
And she do it like Simon say
I'm 'bout to buy her the Allstate
I'ma fill up this bitch with some Margiela
Come away with your bitch, she a Barbie

Bringin' you new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass
Best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in a Jag', crazy
I crash that bitch, daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes

I'm in that bag, baby (Yeah)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in my 'Vette (On God)
I drive it real fast, baby (On God)
Mercedes Benz (On God)
I'm in my bag, baby (On God)

I'm not God, baby (On God)
I don't forgive, baby (On God)
My niggas in your crib, baby (On God)
They go real brazy (That's on God)
I'ma pull up in the latest (On God)
Matte-black, you know that I painted it (On God)
New millennium, totin' the stainless (On God)
Got a red-beam for long ranges (On God, on God, on God)

I got savage ways (On God)
I got plenty babes (That's on God)
I got me those twins (No cap, on God)
I'm gon' bring them back (No cap, on God)
Yeah (Uh)

The way that you lied to me is too fugazi (On God)
No magazines, just fade away

I'm in Japan with the Asian persuasion
Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bathin'
Gucci robes like Masons
Fuck her in the Bathing Ape apron
My bitch foreign, I don't know where she from
I ain't tryna be racist

I don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist, uh
Got my dick sucked by a soul-taker
I told her I just want the top
Your clothes don't even take it off
I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off
I'm Fast and Furious on you hoes
Unlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieved my goals

I'm 'bout to ride
I add her name in my tats
I'm too glittery to ever disguise
I get fed up and fuck her and I ride
Yeah, I ain't gotta try
I done pulled her panties to the side
Got four cars in one shop
I got even more for my wife

Yeah, yeah, yeah, this on God, ah
This on God, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's on God, whoa
Yeah, yeah, that's on God, that's on God, that's on God
That's on God, that's on

Bringin' you new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass
Best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in a Jag', crazy
I crash that bitch, daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes

I'm in that bag, baby (Yeah)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in that bag, baby (On God)
I'm in my 'Vette (On God)
I drive it real fast, baby (On God)
Mercedes Benz (On God)
I'm in my bag, baby (On God)