Champagne lyrics
by Juicy J
[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
All my n*ggas still getting money, okay
Still be in the whole ain't no damn thang changed
When We first met you I ain’t had too much to say
Now we in this club and you all up in my face
Cuz you came in here to make the make off with champagne wishes (x4)
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
New car when I pull up
Looking for some type of way my n*gga pull up
They always talk about it, but do nothing
We got the whole club, my n*gga do something
I'm talking all these bottles, I been trapped out wit it
Cash out money, man plan lets get it
Man you can't talk about it if you ain't really wit it
Had feelings on my mind, ton of sh*t I'm livin'
All this mothaf*cking high fashion on me
Gonna be trippin' when we in here, slowly
Can't afford it when it come to action, on me
Keep cool, when the n*gga around him, OG's
Baby heard you ready for the fight night
Kevin hart in that pus*y go night night
Anything after this, that's what I like
And your girlfriend too, that's the highlight
She just wanna know where her Taylor (x2)
Tell em broke ass n*ggas, no I can't do them boys no f*ckin' favors
Then we be f*ckin', we crashing on wall, we wakin' up neighbors
They hate on a n*gga cuz I'm not here countin' up all this paper, ya know it
[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
All my n*ggas still getting money, okay
Still be in the whole ain't no damn thang changed
When We first met you I ain’t had too much to say
Now we in this club and you all up in my face
Cuz you came in here to make the make off with champagne wishes (x4)
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm a shooting star, go ahead and make a wish
If ya ain't talking about no money, you ain't talking sh*t
Bad b*tches, asking me to take a pick
We snap up, leave the club, then we make a flick
That's the sh*t my n*gga don't babysit
Yellow diamonds looking like baby p*ss
Shawty pus*y so wet I'ma take a dip
Smoking lettuce while I'm counting my chips
100 thousand dollars, n*gga that's a paycheck
100 ace bottles, n*gga that's a taste test
Parkin' lot at the crib and its looking like a race track
Shawty, she can't roll, unless her pus*y don't staywaxed
[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
All my n*ggas still getting money, okay
Still be in the whole ain't no damn thang changed
When We first met you I ain’t had too much to say
Now we in this club and you all up in my face
Cuz you came in here to make the make off with champagne wishes (x4)