Champagne Poppin'
(专辑: Black Friday - 2011)
[Intro:] Kimmy Blanco, Wiz Khalifa New Lil' Kim, Wiz Khalifa This right here's called Popping Champagne Y'all already know what it is man Oh yeah It's tax season Black Friday bitch Uhuh Taylor Gang, I.R.S You are now rocking with the
best, yeah [Lil Kim:] Keep the
champagne coming all night, that's my motto To everybody in the
crowd got they own bottle Nails done, hair done, manicured toes They still on them pink bottles, we on that ice roll Yeah, that's that new shit Bottles all white, like Obama's crib And they still talking old gold I
just netted half a
mil' from some old gold Ralph Lauren Polo, that be the
logo Dom P, Ace of Spades, Veuve Cliquot Champagne bath and a
champagne glass I
piss champagne, that's my campaign ad I.R.S we the
M.V.P.s of the
year See them sparkles in the
air, know they coming over here We popping rosé, like it's Independence Day Even though it's more bottles on the
way [Wiz Khalifa:] I'ma need more champagne Tell the
waitress grab a
couple more bottles and bring 'em up We got a
bar for every nigga that came with us You got some broads, then bring 'em up Grab a
drink and get fucked up Champagne See them bottles of rosé when they think of us We just all up in the
club to spend paper up What you hating for, get the
waitress bruh I'ma need... Uh, and I'm still talking champagne Good weed, bad bitches and airplanes Niggas get extra like spare change Leave ya bitch 'round my gang, then she fair game Get so hot, you standing near a
flame 20 thousand on my wrist, 50 on my chain Club owners mad we drinking all the
rosé And niggas hate but I
just go off what the
hoes say He a
skinny nigga, but he do it big Yeah it's looking like a
movie but it's how I
live Young boss, Taylor Gang general Drinking out the
pink bottle, Rosé Imperial And my bad bitch look like a
centrefold Cook like a
chef, smoke like it's medicinal Smell the
engine burning, you hear my tyres murk We be popping corks like fireworks (I'ma need more champagne) VIP is full of red bottles In the
city that I
come from, I'm the
head honcho Ounces full of kush, bottles full of Moët See me in my yellow car, she got so wet Used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes Quit fucking with her nigga, he was so lame Says she love the
taste, but she don't know the
name Drinking by the
case, I
gon' need you to bring (more champagne) I'm with my goons getting liquored up Make this money then blow it, like I
don't give a
fuck Show up to the
club, they brought them bottles out You getting paper, you should know just what I'm talking 'bout Uh, I
live the
life you write a
song about Bitches think I'm famous, favours come in large amounts Standing on the
table, standing on the
couch Somebody tell the
waitress that we almost out I'ma need more champagne Tell the
waitress grab a
couple more bottles and bring 'em up We got a
bar for every nigga that came with us You got some broads, then bring 'em up Grab a
drink and get fucked up Champagne See them bottles of rosé when they think of us We just all up in the
club to spend paper up What you hating for, get the
waitress bruh I'ma need more champagne