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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DOM KENNEDY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Hunn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Gonda
Mastering Engineer
NICK KAGE
Producer
Ryan Coplan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm on point, that's the not the three hundred, it's the Rolls Royce
Standing still, watch by choice with the gold voice
One look at me and she moist, we en fuego
Hard Rock suite down in Diego, get her preggo
Wake up real early to Eggos and fresh-squeezed
You can wear Adidas and Gucci, it mesh clean
And I'll take any color in the Coupe, except green
The girls that I used to fuck with is ex-fiends
Thinking I should spend my money on you? That's extreme
Now, time costs money and money costs time
Take care of wifey, keep them honeys on the side
Real playboys keep a bunny on the side
'Cause you gon' need somebody to bail you out
Platinum Chanel, I could lobster tail you out
Stay in the house 'cause bitch, I could tell you out
These **** thirsty, you know they could smell you out
I'ma Mack, don't let these **** deal you out
Stay focused, if we could, get a little closer
I'll take you with me when it's time to go on Oprah
Gumbo just ain't the same without okra
And you don't look good without me
It's the same thing
[Verse 2]
Remember Kobe cheated on his?
The same ring
We getting rich off the sixteens and can't sing
I got fans know who I am in Beijing
I bought my first car off the lot at 18
I knew **** going to jail when we was 12
They used to come back to school like it was hell
I got my style back in them days, if you could tell
Things didn't always look bright, but we prevail
We used to roll oregano joints that we would sell
If you got a couple of sells, that's clientele
Ain't no one way in, it's try and fail
The game has its ups and downs, you buy and sell
I might go back to school, I might, yeah
Get a couple million next year, I might as well
[Verse 3]
Ah, yeah
Platinum Chanel
Platinum Chanel
Platinum Chanel
Platinum Chanel
[Verse 4]
I keep going
Diamonds on diamonds and shit, it keeps snowing
Everybody say they want peace till the piece showing
Pull it out, the 501s with the crease showing
Take a couple shots, then I'm done, B. Bowens
I'm the biggest star on the field like T. Owens
Damn, I only met her last week and she on me
I don't got much time to give, but she want it
If Mercedes make a new Benz, then we want it
Take your moment and make it our moment
We don't ask for nothing from our opponent
We don't give a fuck, my gold chain stolen
Your gold chain's plated, your whole style dated
Leimert Park legend, So Cal Raiders
House party going, four cal bangers
Shit get dangerous
First get money, ****, then get famous
Nah, fuck being famous, the whole shit tainted
[Verse 5]
You got no money
Ten Gs a month, yeah, I know God loves me
I laugh on my way to the bank, this shit funny
Don't wear LeBrons to the club, the shit's ugly
Three piece rims on the Porsche, it look lovely
Chain hang down to my tummy, I look chubby
Tell it like Kendrick Lamar, I just don't worry
I'm in the best shape of my youth, we getting loot
I'm backstage eating on fruit, you drinking soup
Your single didn't even recoup, you out the loop
It's me, Q, Quick, and Snoop, it's not a fluke
Sitting out in front of the stoop, I got the juice
Before I leave the house tonight, I gotta use my, uh
[Verse 6]
Just that Platinum Chanel, ****, uh
Just that Platinum Chanel, ****, uh
That's all she smells
Just that Platinum Chanel, uh
Just that Platinum Chanel
Written by: Dominic Hunn