Champagne Lyrics - 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 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 with it 

Cash out money, man plan lets get it 

Man you can't talk about it if you ain't really with it 

Had feelings on my mind, ton of shit I'm living 

All this mothafucking high fashion on me 

Gonna be tripping 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 Tell em broke ass niggas, no I can't do them boys no fucking favors 

Then we be fucking, we crashing on wall, we waking up neighbors 

They hate on a nigga cuz I'm not here counting up all this paper, ya know it 

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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 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 

Parking lot at the crib and its looking like a race track 

Shawty, she can't roll, unless her pussy waxed 

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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