Champagne x Condoms

[Hook] Baby hold my stash in that birkin bag Taking Trip after trip I can feel the jet lag Going Drip after drip I can't I can't help but laugh Taking hit after hit quit asking questions bout my past You better chill x3 Cuz these niggas out here tripping and for business they would kill Anybody they don't know and my home is a stove top Got women in and out my room like it's a Co-Op [Verse 1: Cush Wallace] I remember sleeping on my homie couch Reminiscing when a nigga ain't have a home Now every dollar that I'm seeing gets stuffed into my jeans Got my skinnys looking like a calzone Old flings I had checking for my email because when they hit my line all they gets a dial tone And any rappers from my city, gaining leverage in my city Understand where they got they whole style from Its more apparent how I'm all about this rap shit Since my parents kicked me out cuz this rap shit But when I hit the ATM ion never see friends And that's word to how low a nigga cash get Like a casket I'm working this hard so my name you ain't ever gotta ask it Cush, this ain't the Matthew you niggahs knew at all Matter fact this ain't the Matthew that you niggahs knew before Dating girls from Pali to mo Val high Women tryna split the team but the morale high They be all sweet like oat meal pie But I Never say I love them because I don't tell lies Spit so filthy like pork in my diet still I plead the fifth I don't listen to these liars squeal Light from above every verse got that pious feel Once I got the game in the bag Ima tie it sealed [Hook] [Bridge] Champagne x Condoms x7 [Verse 2] Woke up like it's time to get richer Cooking up new shit like I'm in the kitchen Ya girl role playin like she in an audition First she gave me head the I fucked in her bed Finger on that spot boy I ain't playing twister Made her ass cum a couple times in a row Cock to tail I kamikaze these hoes, oh Uh I must've drank too much liquor in my system got me saying too much Niggas in the game throw me hate from the side guess that all means they ain't playing too much Told some women I don't mind if they trickin Those same niggas out here be paying too much You could make killin off stripping, I just wanna see you smile if that ain't too much [Bridge 2] And her bills paid work two jobs leave real late Not engaged anymore so she still date Wanna stay with me tell me how these pills taste Got yellow blue red green for the pain After this you'll never see me the same Let me hit in one night and never see me again