Minaj is one of the best-selling music artists with 100 million records sold worldwide.[7] Billboard ranked her as the top-selling female rapper of the 2010s and one of the greatest rappers of all time.[8][9] She is the only female rapper to have 3 number-one albums on the Billboard 200 chart.
Coco Chanel
Nicki Minaj Lyrics
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Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh
Ay yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an 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 (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it (plaque)
Know 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 (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (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, with 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 (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah 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 ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Foxy plus one is me, young Chun
And we, ah gon' fuck the di 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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-uh (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
The lyrics of "Coco Chanel" by Nicki Minaj and Foxy Brown appear to be an ode to female empowerment, moxie, and street smarts. The song sets out to prove that the duo is fierce, unapologetic, and very much in control. They let it be known that they are not to be trifled with and have everything under control. They employ vivid imagery and clever wordplay in their quest to stamp their authority on matters. Nicki and Foxy both proclaim that they are the best of the best, and they aren’t afraid to use any means necessary to maintain their position at the top.
The lyrics also contain references to various places and people that have contributed significantly to hip hop culture. Kingston in Jamaica, where Nicki's parents originated from, gets mentioned in the song's Spanish-language hook, while the Brooklyn borough in New York (where both Nicki and Foxy are from) also gets ample shoutouts throughout the track. Additionally, the song references several hip-hop icons, including the Wu-Tang Clan and the late Notorious BIG.
Line by Line Meaning
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Take me to the cocaine (yeah, to the cocaine)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
They want cocaine (and I don't either)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Never trust a poor woman (don't mess with the police)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Number one (they call me Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Arrive in those flashy cars (and let them cars make a statement)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
People know my reputation (and it's well-known)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
If I suspect something (it will cause trouble)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
I'm not talking about the singer (the situation will become painful)
Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it (back)
Hey, if I'm in the luxury car, then they are also in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
If I ask them to eat, they quickly devour the food
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they steal your cocaine, they turn it into crack cocaine
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it (plaque)
If they snatch your gold chain, they turn it into a symbol of achievement
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
You know we're always prepared, running up with guns
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it (the whack)
Put some money on it, they will make it worthwhile
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
She has the expensive Nicki hair bundles, worth a lot of money
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's a promise to Brooklyn, that's a promise to a neighborhood called Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (Harlem World), shout out to uptown
That's a promise to Harlem World, a shout out to the northern part of the city
You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
You know I stand out among them, I bring a shine to the situation
That's word to Southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
That's a promise to the Southside of Jamaica, Queens
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I strongly represent Queens, with clever plans
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
I never reduce my efforts, always going all-in
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
My jewelry shines on them, Wu-Tang symbols on their clothes
I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em (ooh)
I arrive on the street playing Biggie's song 'Dreams' loudly
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
A guy disrespected them, but my jewelry stunned them
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
I effortlessly passed by them, I might ignore them completely
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
Might do it extravagantly, like decorating trees on Christmas
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
I see the imitators stealing my style
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Give me some intense gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
Where are we in Brooklyn? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaat
That's my promise to the late Biggie Smalls, I'm going to kill them
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Wearing all black Chloe pants, girl I'm wearing a skullcap at the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Forget about my weapon, come make me dirty
Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left
People talking about my femininity, I'm back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
Men fall when I'm around, all you women kneel down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Foxy Brown as a powerful figure, dominant like King Kong, back in my Chun-Li persona
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Wearing expensive Valentino underwear, all you women avoid me
Nick, come fucked up, bad gyal ah back it up
Nicki, come mess it up, bad girl moves her body
Coco 'pon my foot dem
Cocaine on my heels
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
Cocaine on my little pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
See them shoot one for the baby, see them, damn
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
They want to try me
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Your damn disrespect, those boys will attack me
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
Those bitches wearing cheap Louis Vuitton thigh-high boots
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
I'm on my video shoot, blue jeep, dressed like Iris van Herpen
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
People with guns, show me your finger guns
Y'all bitches dick riders
All of you women are followers
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Little Nicki's, little Inga's (oh oh oh)
Foxy plus one is me, young Chun
Foxy Brown and I are together, young Chun
And we, ah gon' fuck the di place and done
And we are going to dominate the place and finish it
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
So tell them to run and bring a large sum of money
(Ayo Fox) they don't make us or break us
(Hey Fox) they can't control us
Word to young guns (put your hands up)
Promise to the young gang members (raise your hands)
Illest to ever do it (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
The best to ever do it, tell them to recognize it
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
Your cartel, they should free up Vybz Kartel
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
I have real gunmen, better be ready, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who, me? I'm physically attractive
Who she? It's how we know she dyin'
Who is she? It's how we know she is struggling
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
This bitch didn't see the Billboard charts in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (like a guillotine)
Had to release the album 'Queen' on them abruptly, just like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
All these envious women are on the same team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Keeping it real, that's a small reward
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Ashley Bannister, Dillon Francis, Inga Marchand, Joshua Ryan Adams, Onika Tanya Maraj, Sonny Moore
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh
Ay yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Yo (let's go baby)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an 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 (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it (plaque)
Know 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 (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (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, with 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 (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah 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 ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't fuck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Foxy plus one is me, young Chun
And we, ah gon' fuck the di 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 (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (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-uh (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
@autistichammer618
I seriously wish this was a music video
@prxttyy9993
imagine
@HarmlessComment
Yup
@RosiaAsha
It would be FIREEEE
@bukolaatinsola6226
Fr🔥🔥🔥
@dwaynemoses1515
Foxy verse hits hard after a few replay 😂 her island reggae vibes is amazing 💓
@Worldshottestpariah
Foxy raw as fuck
@youngf-o7723
Coco pon no foot dem
@Cosnerlevin4pf
@@Worldshottestpariah it q
@Diesel92
Foxy killed that shit, bitches in them bum ass Louie thigh highs had me dead