Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams lyrics

Im tryin to run away from temptations, but the sh*t’s calling
I’m at the Ritz Carlton, sitting in this b*tch balling
I know these women faking and still I can’t call it
They like you drive, but ain’t arrivin when your whip is stallin
I thought this fame sh*t would change sh*t
I turn around, I’m still surrounded by the same sh*t
I’m on a champagne sip, got the flame late still moving up
It’s open seas like the salve ship, buffling the plague click
You know you with the don its whatever
Lyrically im Kobe and Lebron put together
n*ggas can’t accept it so they tell me that im soundin like
Uh, a bunch of rappers that dont sound alike
f*ck you, man, I’m off the subject
These n*ggers be faking, these b*tches be hating
sh*t, I’m about my budget
First class from the seven is filling the norms
Scotty Gripping balling win to my women is from
That’s why they love the dome
In house left the keys out and never know
Give me two bad b*tches, I give my Elleanor
And some ice cold water to sip this lemon all
f*ck you n*ggers, you n*gga’s about fifty
She’s skinny and gold jimmy
For you think you f*ck strictly I’m here to get f*cked quickly
Scar mouth, she got Mohawk and he thoughts
With a left dress, which body is the mess
Don’t be a dog, I can show you how I’m pimping
Rather leash neat this lifestyle when I’m limping
Rule number one, keep your head up in the wind
You gotta, gotta make some money, go bananas like it’s chimping
Folks don’t ever know, heard this pus*y n*ggers hating, f*ck, who ever do
Fly diva, I eat her if she had a boo, but she got to have millions, rapper villie on, stacks on zillion
You rolling with the state up next, ball met your face like a break up, n*gga
And I see I’m trying to take up next, we gonna make a next call it jake out, n*gga
We need to fight for, n*gga, switch your side, tell me who you ride for
Do your verge, stop and turn it, n*gga, fight for
Pump seven out of eleven bottle side shore
I got worry, we should kill it, n*gga, why for?
Can in the stupid your level, I’m in the sky more
I’m in the Louie V style, sh*t is Gucci guitar
I’m meaning Suzuki models give me Gucci a lot
b*tch, I’m mobbing through the mall, got trullies ‘em all
You’re telling get money, n*ggers, while I’m truly depart
Me and sun shine up a deal, best skin coping for another winning
Have ‘em like the track field how you run up in it
‘till it’s dead and finished, hop in mane and f*ck it with it
Why is they f*cking with me? On my sh*t, get off my di*k
Don’t know what this money all mean
All I’m left and all I’m which, c’mon
n*ggers still hating, c’mon
n*ggers getting ready, c’mon
Why there is the begging, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

C’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon

C’mon, c’mon

C’mon, don’t leave me alone
Babe, please, don’t leave me alone