"Champagne Problems" lyrics
(feat. Skrapz)
It's a joke ting to be honest
I'm pissed 'cause obviously that's bro
But at the same time, he's done what he's needed to do
Zino Records
She's in love with a G. So, she fucking for free
That table's double the fee, that ain't money to me
I spent hours weighing up white
Old heads said I ain't worked a hard day in my life
Get the fuck out of here
Copped my guy a chain and a whip
Signed to Zino Records and it came with a brick
And a scale
My wardrobe's all "designer"
And my re-up's looking like the Great Wall Of China
Spent years on the strip. That only made me smart
My chick's lade parts look like a state of art
That's my bitch
Remember me and jazz only had a brick
Used to have to split a box like a magic trick
We don't play
I shoot a bitch in her tits trying to set me up like Liyah Mai
I write a 16 when I'm bored
Only rap nigga that's a drug lord
It's Nines
Now I got champagne problems
I was dead broke but look at me now
Champagne problems always knew I'll be rich
It just took me a while
Champagne problems might announce a tour
I ain't been booked in a while
Champagne problems got a portable stove
I'll cook it up now
Boom
I'm reasoning with my accountant about my companies, taxes and VAT
I came a long way from entering my plea
I'm an asset now. I can't afford a liability
I make a plan, then I make a move
I ain't new to this money
I got shoe boxes
What you niggas make in gross profit, that's my net profit
And that ting you call your girlfriend: I get necked off it
Cuban links with baguettes on it and Pateks
Fuck a bitch and then I fuck another bitch. I got Tourette's
I can get you anything you need to get
I got connects
Me and Nina run the city. Fuck Sadiq and the elections
Glocks with extensions
Revolvers with black rubber grips
I'm a rapper but I'm still with the shits
Pop the cork on a spades
Pour some out for the niggas that I missed
And drink straight out the bottle. Fuck a sip
Light up and get lit
If they're calling this a game, you can say that he's conquered it
There ain't nothing that he ain't done
You feel me?
So, sometimes you just gotta bow out gracefully
I'm pissed 'cause obviously that's bro
But at the same time, he's done what he's needed to do
Zino Records
She's in love with a G. So, she fucking for free
That table's double the fee, that ain't money to me
I spent hours weighing up white
Old heads said I ain't worked a hard day in my life
Get the fuck out of here
Copped my guy a chain and a whip
Signed to Zino Records and it came with a brick
And a scale
My wardrobe's all "designer"
And my re-up's looking like the Great Wall Of China
Spent years on the strip. That only made me smart
My chick's lade parts look like a state of art
That's my bitch
Remember me and jazz only had a brick
Used to have to split a box like a magic trick
We don't play
I shoot a bitch in her tits trying to set me up like Liyah Mai
I write a 16 when I'm bored
Only rap nigga that's a drug lord
It's Nines
Now I got champagne problems
I was dead broke but look at me now
Champagne problems always knew I'll be rich
It just took me a while
Champagne problems might announce a tour
I ain't been booked in a while
Champagne problems got a portable stove
I'll cook it up now
Boom
I'm reasoning with my accountant about my companies, taxes and VAT
I came a long way from entering my plea
I'm an asset now. I can't afford a liability
I make a plan, then I make a move
I ain't new to this money
I got shoe boxes
What you niggas make in gross profit, that's my net profit
And that ting you call your girlfriend: I get necked off it
Cuban links with baguettes on it and Pateks
Fuck a bitch and then I fuck another bitch. I got Tourette's
I can get you anything you need to get
I got connects
Me and Nina run the city. Fuck Sadiq and the elections
Glocks with extensions
Revolvers with black rubber grips
I'm a rapper but I'm still with the shits
Pop the cork on a spades
Pour some out for the niggas that I missed
And drink straight out the bottle. Fuck a sip
Light up and get lit
If they're calling this a game, you can say that he's conquered it
There ain't nothing that he ain't done
You feel me?
So, sometimes you just gotta bow out gracefully
