Max B, A$AP Ferg - Champagne Wishes lyrics
[Max B, A$AP Ferg - Champagne Wishes lyrics]
Caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money
The music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision
When niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams
Riding in my Cadi', it's a quarter million
Gotta kit it up, computers is on the ceiling
Oh, what a feeling, drug dealing
Catch a case, go to trial
If niggas blow, we appealing
Grew up surrounded by violence, money piling
100K in the Louis store, I don't do a stylist
I'm a nigga that innovate
Nigga that generate chop up the body in
Garbage bags and incinerate
That's a dirty birdy, that's a dinner plate
Mama's good Tupperware
It's time for some supper, dear
Back in Miss Lyle's crib I
Would love it there
Brittany wanted the chocolate
She tell me to fuck her bare
A nigga that's from the jungle, chuck a spare
Light a blunt, chug a beer
Got the bucket of snare
Damn this shit was a sure profession
Patience and slow progressions
Open your heart receive
My nigga don't blow your blessings
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money
The music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision
When niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams
Daddy had the Benz Wagon
Daddy had Bernice Burgos 'fore
She had the wagon pardon me for bragging
Now I'm going platinum like
Sysqo with the dragon
Wavy like Max with the B, be sagging
Or wavy like my head when
You see the silky flapping
Big waves like Katrina when
The water crashed in (All right)
They all wanna copy the wave
Kids mosh pit in durags while
I rock on the stage
Nike boots and Marmots like
It's a Harlem parade
I'm in a jungle, I mean what more can I say?
Antwon had the lion right in the PJs
I mean damn
Cops put us in the cage like we some animals
But, I'm still in love with this place
Harlem world I think we need
Some prayers from Preacher Ma$e
Out in France with designers
Just increasing my taste
All the champagne spilling keep the
Crease from my face
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money
The music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision
When niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money
The music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision
When niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams
Riding in my Cadi', it's a quarter million
Gotta kit it up, computers is on the ceiling
Oh, what a feeling, drug dealing
Catch a case, go to trial
If niggas blow, we appealing
Grew up surrounded by violence, money piling
100K in the Louis store, I don't do a stylist
I'm a nigga that innovate
Nigga that generate chop up the body in
Garbage bags and incinerate
That's a dirty birdy, that's a dinner plate
Mama's good Tupperware
It's time for some supper, dear
Back in Miss Lyle's crib I
Would love it there
Brittany wanted the chocolate
She tell me to fuck her bare
A nigga that's from the jungle, chuck a spare
Light a blunt, chug a beer
Got the bucket of snare
Damn this shit was a sure profession
Patience and slow progressions
Open your heart receive
My nigga don't blow your blessings
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money
The music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision
When niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams
Daddy had the Benz Wagon
Daddy had Bernice Burgos 'fore
She had the wagon pardon me for bragging
Now I'm going platinum like
Sysqo with the dragon
Wavy like Max with the B, be sagging
Or wavy like my head when
You see the silky flapping
Big waves like Katrina when
The water crashed in (All right)
They all wanna copy the wave
Kids mosh pit in durags while
I rock on the stage
Nike boots and Marmots like
It's a Harlem parade
I'm in a jungle, I mean what more can I say?
Antwon had the lion right in the PJs
I mean damn
Cops put us in the cage like we some animals
But, I'm still in love with this place
Harlem world I think we need
Some prayers from Preacher Ma$e
Out in France with designers
Just increasing my taste
All the champagne spilling keep the
Crease from my face
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money
The music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision
When niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams