Champagne
You need to move, get out my way right now
I'm high as hell sipping on drank right now
Feel the beat let it bang right now
Be a lil' late but I'm on the way right now
Pop champagne drinking all day
It's a whole damn month when we go on vacation
I ain't got much time so whenever I hit you up you better not be slow playing
Take the standards off of my frames
I think that bottle calling my name
I bet you'd look good if you took those clothes off
Baby girl I'm just saying
Keep them bottles poppin'
She took her top off
We hidden somewhere up in the tropics
She popped a Molly
And I popped a Molly
Now we getting white girl wasted
Yea I'm tryna get you right up here and out of here
And you said that you done but I ain't done yet
Want a little more cash and a little more sex
And I aint tryna talk if it ain't about a check
Pop champagne
Parties on the weekend sleep away my problems
Pop champagne
All these foreigns in the parking lot
Yea we got options
Mix that orange juice with vodka
Smoke that dope like I'm a rasta
Windows down, riding shotgun
Fuck that hate id rather block them
New Coupe but that bitch all red
They gonna have to kill me dead
Dip out when we see the feds
I wouldn't change a bit of it
I'm high as hell sipping on drank right now
Feel the beat let it bang right now
Be a lil' late but I'm on the way right now
Pop champagne drinking all day
It's a whole damn month when we go on vacation
I ain't got much time so whenever I hit you up you better not be slow playing
Take the standards off of my frames
I think that bottle calling my name
I bet you'd look good if you took those clothes off
Baby girl I'm just saying
Keep them bottles poppin'
She took her top off
We hidden somewhere up in the tropics
She popped a Molly
And I popped a Molly
Now we getting white girl wasted
Yea I'm tryna get you right up here and out of here
And you said that you done but I ain't done yet
Want a little more cash and a little more sex
And I aint tryna talk if it ain't about a check
Pop champagne
Parties on the weekend sleep away my problems
Pop champagne
All these foreigns in the parking lot
Yea we got options
Mix that orange juice with vodka
Smoke that dope like I'm a rasta
Windows down, riding shotgun
Fuck that hate id rather block them
New Coupe but that bitch all red
They gonna have to kill me dead
Dip out when we see the feds
I wouldn't change a bit of it
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Writer(s): Robby Leblanc
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