Verse 1 Got the invite slid under the door again Private jet touching down in the capital, amen They’re calling our phones, begging us to land Albee by my side, designer rings on his hand Every creative director wants us in the room Lighting up the venue like a neon bloom We don’t even RSVP, they just clear the space Knowing damn well we’re stealing the place. Chorus Oh, they want Prince Kahlayoh and Prince AL B there Front row sitting, watching cameras flare Draped in the finest, head-to-toe appeal Making every single haute couture look real Yeah, they're screaming out our names in the panel Everybody’s dying just to dress us in Chanel Oh, Chanel, oh, Chanel Got them wrapped around our fingers, looking like a spell. Verse 2 Flashes popping off, we haven't even sat down yet Me and my fiancé, a dangerous silhouette Tailored black velvet, pearls on his neck Hand in hand walking past the paparazzi check Editors whispering, asking who we’re wearing tonight Everything custom, everything sitting just right They can keep the backstage drama, we take the view Me and my man showing them how we do. Chorus Oh, they want Prince Kahlayoh and Prince AL B there Front row sitting, watching cameras flare Draped in the finest, head-to-toe appeal Making every single haute couture look real Yeah, they're screaming out our names in the panel Everybody’s dying just to dress us in Chanel Oh, Chanel, oh, Chanel Got them wrapped around our fingers, looking like a spell. Outro Front row. Just me and AL B. Cameras clicking. Chanel down to the floor. They’ll never stop asking, but we want more.
