He Bought It

DO IT

Better

Pixie

PINK TRUCK

DOLLED UP (Ft. Mattel)

hook x2

i put my chanel on
double cc all on the body

when i walk out side the paparazzi
get to flashing 

i turn my swag on
drip too hard don’t stand to close 

i put my chanel on
i put my- put my - put my chanel on

yungin verse

im in chanelly understand why btches be so jelly
the wrist confetti, told my bey that i’m gone need a kelly 

i ball like belly, catching flights we meet back at the telly
it’s nothing u can tell me, the dilemma like nelly

it makes me happy when im getting all designer things 
this here chanel come on lil baby these designer jeans 

i’m overseas btches ain’t about the finer things 
the finest thing btches ducking like it’s dynasty’s 

hook x2

i put my chanel on
double cc all on the body

when i walk out side the paparazzi
get to flashing 

i turn my swag on
drip too hard don’t stand to close 

i put my chanel on
i put my- put my - put my chanel on

Amilli verse 

Pop out, watch them cameras get to flashing
Futuristic fashion niggas in the past tense

Money, money, money make the world go round
And its milli, milli, milli in chanel stores now

ya nigga know Im too up
He rep my set, no pull up

And plus, my pendant tulip
He sipping that lean, syrup

Get green like q-tips
Chrome hearts, no cupid
Chanel off white, like the party, Mike Reuben

hook

i put my chanel on
double cc all on the body

when i walk out side the paparazzi
get to flashing 

i turn my swag on
drip too hard don’t stand to close 

i put my chanel on
i put my- put my - put my chanel on

CHANEL SWAG

TEAM - [Single] Femy, Femboss
® 2025 BOSSED INC. RECORDS 

Chilling with the team,
Know they love the team
Lighting this shit up
Green all on the beam
Man, this shit go dumb,
Biting off the team
Wanting what we got,
Make another team

Tryna make another me,
Oh, they what? Tryna make another team
Oh, they what? Tryna make another team
Oh, they what? Tryna make another team,
Make another team

Tryna make another?
Are you really ’bout it?
Bitches going under,
I’m just going under
Fuck you and your mother,
Fuck you and your brother
All them bitches going down,
Think Femy gon’ show ’em

See, yeah, my bag talk,
Bitches know that though
Them bitches whack,
They talk smack,
Then they get smacked up
Pull up in that — huh,
It’s black and matte, huh
It ain’t enough of them bitches
To keep me out, huh
Give that up

’Cause I get up and ride it,
Got a brand-new coupe and I slide in it
If you don’t like me hoe,
Why you watching, bitch?
Oh, you don’t know me, hoe,
Why you lying and shit?

Man, just get off my dick, hoe,
Just get to the bankroll
Pockets fat — that Rick Ross,
They still bump my shit, Oh

I make this shit pop,
You just a damn flop
Bitches gon’ get popped,
Check out my wristwatch
Bitches don’t get enough,
Fuck him in the back —
Is what I thought.
Watch him look me in the eyes,
I cannot give him enough

When he done, he gon’ pull up
You bitches suck, so I’m not getting up
They say they bossed,
But they even us
Bitches better know
That it’s us —
We can’t get enough

Chilling with the team,
Know they love the team
Lighting this shit up
Green all on the beam
Man, this shit go dumb,
Biting off the team
Wanting what we got,
Make another team

Tryna make another me,
Oh, they what? Tryna make another team
Oh, they what? Tryna make another team
Oh, they what? Tryna make another team,
Make another team

TEAM

Torpedo

4AM ON TELE

Pixie

Kumi May