And I'm still talking champagne good w**d bad B*****s and airplanes

N***as get extra like spare change leave your B***h round my gang then she fair game

Its so hot standing near a flame 20thousand on my wrist 50 on my chain

Club owners mad we drinking all the rozay and n***as hate but I just go off what the h*es say

He a skinny n***a but he do it big

Ya its looking like a movie but its how I live

Young boss taylor gang general drinking out the pink bottle rozay imperial

And my bad B***h look like the centerfold cook like a chef smoke w**d like its for dissinial

Smell the engine burn you hear my tires murk

We be popping corks like fireworks

I'ma need more champagne tell the waitress bring a couple more bottles and break em up

We buy the bar for every n***a that came with us

We got some broads to drink em all grab a drink and get f**ked up

Champagne

See them bottles of rozay ain't a thing to us

Just bought em in the club cause our paper up

B***h you hate to waitress bruh

I'ma need more champagne

V I p

Full of red bottles in the city that I come from I'm the head honcho

Ounces full of kush bottles full of more wet

See me in my car she got so wet

Used to smoke blunts now she roll planes

Quit F****n with her n***a he was so lame

Said she love the taste but she don't know the name

Drinking by the case I'm gonna need ya to bring more champagne

I'm with my goons gettin liquored up make this money and blow it like I don't give a f**k

Show em to the club they pull them bottles out

If you gettin money you should know just what I'm talking about

Uh I live the life you write a song about B*****s think I'm famous favors come in large amounts

Standing on the table standing on the couch

Somebody tell the waitress cause we almost out