"Champagne For Breakfast" lyrics
(feat. Wezbo)
Trey Trey
[Babyface Ray:]
Think I pulled a muscle, too much flexing
Got your bitch number, never text her
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Eh, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Too much flexing
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
[Wezbo:]
And these bitches think I'm a blessing
'Cause there's 20 bottles on, in my fucking section
Bitch glancing at my fucking necklace
But I'm in the hellcat, driving so wreckless
Fucking all these bad bitches, [?] own exes
And I take a sip out, just to get the fucking extras
Don P with the A.P
Got these grown ass bitches tryna rape me
[?] my A.G.'s
If a nigga get to tripping, call the A-Team
And I'm 'bout to take a cris break
Givenchy sweats, [?] when I'm pushing weight
And these bitch ass niggas full of hate
Ruth's Chris, watching the game, while I eat steak
Huh
I got a headake
Pass me the Champagne, Ray
[Babyface Ray:]
Think I pulled a muscle, too much flexing
Got your bitch number, never text her
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Eh, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Too much flexing
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne in the morning, long night of [?]
Nigga calling his bitch, don't know where his ho at
I don't love these bitches, you already know that
Just made me a nickle, fuck round and blow that
'Cause I'm living in the fast lane
Young Wavy, first name, last name
I was fucked up, then that bag came
Now I'm going in, every night, Champagne
Don P, Ace of Spade
Plus I'm off the drank, I drunk an eight today
Been grinding all week, I brung out cake to play
So if you want your bitch, tell the ho to stay away
Yeah, 'cause it's nothing to a boss
Room sweet full of bitches, drinking plack, need a voss
I just fucked up my Givenchy, but it's cool, fuck the cost
Lil George, that's my nigga, but I sware I got the sauce
Eh
Think I pulled a muscle, too much flexing
Got your bitch number, never text her
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Eh, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Too much flexing
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
[Babyface Ray:]
Think I pulled a muscle, too much flexing
Got your bitch number, never text her
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Eh, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Too much flexing
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
[Wezbo:]
And these bitches think I'm a blessing
'Cause there's 20 bottles on, in my fucking section
Bitch glancing at my fucking necklace
But I'm in the hellcat, driving so wreckless
Fucking all these bad bitches, [?] own exes
And I take a sip out, just to get the fucking extras
Don P with the A.P
Got these grown ass bitches tryna rape me
[?] my A.G.'s
If a nigga get to tripping, call the A-Team
And I'm 'bout to take a cris break
Givenchy sweats, [?] when I'm pushing weight
And these bitch ass niggas full of hate
Ruth's Chris, watching the game, while I eat steak
Huh
I got a headake
Pass me the Champagne, Ray
[Babyface Ray:]
Think I pulled a muscle, too much flexing
Got your bitch number, never text her
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Eh, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Too much flexing
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne in the morning, long night of [?]
Nigga calling his bitch, don't know where his ho at
I don't love these bitches, you already know that
Just made me a nickle, fuck round and blow that
'Cause I'm living in the fast lane
Young Wavy, first name, last name
I was fucked up, then that bag came
Now I'm going in, every night, Champagne
Don P, Ace of Spade
Plus I'm off the drank, I drunk an eight today
Been grinding all week, I brung out cake to play
So if you want your bitch, tell the ho to stay away
Yeah, 'cause it's nothing to a boss
Room sweet full of bitches, drinking plack, need a voss
I just fucked up my Givenchy, but it's cool, fuck the cost
Lil George, that's my nigga, but I sware I got the sauce
Eh
Think I pulled a muscle, too much flexing
Got your bitch number, never text her
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
Eh, drink Champagne for breakfast
Champagne for my niggas, Champagne in my section
Too much flexing
Champagne for my bitches, drink Champagne for breakfast
