Blanco - Champagne (feat. Nipsey Hussle, Freaky Zeeky, Yukmouth) lyrics

Let's get it, Blanco
Yeah, it's your boy Freeky, 'bout
To rock outta here, 730

Look, I'm in that black
On black, pockets fat
Hoppin' out the 7 strapped
Walk up to the club, don't pat me down
They just pat my back
All my niggas got chains on
And we thick as fuck
Out of dress code and rush the door
'cause we don't give a fuck
Standin' on the couches, poppin' bottles
Smokin' weed
You see them hoes flockin' and that's
How you know it's me
I got power in these streets, big balls
Boxers briefs a gang of dead P-R-E-Z's in
These expensive ass jeans
Yeah, and I'm a beast off in them sheets
So if I pull then I'm gon'
Squeeze, as soon as I cum
Then I'm gon' leave
As soon as I'm done, I'm gon'
Be back on my grind, back on these beats
Could I never be a nigga that had it
Lost it and end up back in these streets
Nah, so it's All Money In 'til I'm RIP
In my city, nigga, I am he
And we are the O-N-E's
Nah, so it's All Money In 'til I'm RIP
In my city, nigga, I am he
And we are the O-N-E's

We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world' and get money
We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world' and get money

Fuck the bouncer
I'ma smoke an ounce and bounce out
I lost a mil, made a mil, shit'll balance out
That's a hundred-fifty thou-wow, count it out
I'm the greatest hustler, pound for pound
Haha get it, got it, good
I distribute lots of drugs
It's a tribute to you thugs
You that I've arrived when you
Smell that good weed i'm a G-U-E-R-R-I
Iller than you muh'fuckas wanna realize
In my high-rise, fuck all you low-lifes
That's why you haters will be
Broke for your whole life
And I'll be sittin' nice, like I did it twice
Or even three times, immortalized
I order guys, to kill other guys
Crime is organized, not like them other guys

We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world' and get money
We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world' and get money

Look, your money gettin' low
Yuk still gettin' dough
I'm whippin' chickens night and day
Call it Kitchen 24 and I'll be sure to have
My niggas grittin' 24
Sippin' Bo and pushin' weight
Call it Fitness 24
Go, it's 24's on the Range Sport
I'm accustomed to red carpets
And champagne corks
Corks, we have cabana Armani exchange shorts
And gettin' brain in that
Panamera champagne Porsche
Of course, braggin' game the business, bitch
In the VIP with Blanco
Got my thang up in this bitch
Got no time for no lames
What you thinkin' in this bitch?
I lay a nigga out flat like
You plankin' in this bitch, hold up
(Fuck boy) Swole up
I roll up out the turkey bag
Nothin' but the best, BMF, blowin' money fast
Third base on my waist
Don't get your homie gassed
I'm a California bear like
A Cal Berkeley grad

We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world' and get money
We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you
Scream 'Fuck the world' and get money, yeah