Champagne

[Hook: Chevy Woods] All my niggas 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 nigga pull up They always talk about it, but do nothing We got the whole club, my nigga 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 shit I'm livin' All this mothafucking 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 nigga around him, OG's Baby heard you ready for the fight night Kevin hart in that pussy 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 niggas, no I can't do them boys no fuckin' favors Then we be fuckin', we crashing on wall, we wakin' up neighbors They hate on a nigga cuz I'm not here countin' up all this paper, ya know it [Hook] [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 shit Bad bitches, asking me to take a pick We snap up, leave the club, then we make a flick That's the shit my nigga don't babysit Yellow diamonds looking like baby piss Shawty pussy so wet I'ma take a dip Smoking lettuce while I'm counting my chips 100 thousand dollars, nigga that's a paycheck 100 ace bottles, nigga that's a taste test Parkin' lot at the crib and its looking like a race track Shawty, she can't roll, unless her pussy don't staywaxed [Hook]