"Champagne Wishes" lyrics
Statik Selektah, Ab-Soul, Raekwon & Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
It's been a minute
I'm back at, I'm back at headquarters already
And it's, and it's 1:47 once again, heh
You know what that means, don't you?
My phone's ringin', by go!
(Statik Selektah)
Ayy, hahaha, man, huh
Flutes in the air, I would like to make a coast
Neminems, say less, we the ones doin' the most
Solar power the future 'til I'm merely a ghost
Floatin' over my strikingly good lookin' corpse
C-Noteses in the bag got him coaches
Meanwhile, me and P sittin' first class on the Boeing 747
You in the back
Where the flight attendant's preparin' the sodas and the snacks
On Eastside, my flight lands at nine, her flight landed at seven
She already done checked in the telly and undressin'
If Victoria had a secret then, I just guessed it, hehe
She got a old soul, oh, the irony, bumpin' Otis
Sittin' on the dock of the bay, where the boat is
To be more specific, this yacht was chartered specifically for this event
Let's make a movie, bitch
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Big business in my Calvin Nineteen
Fifty dollar, I'm livin' in a penthouse suite
Plain Jane wrist make the grade A bitches pay attention
All eyes on me
French lipstick on my left and right cheeks
There's too many blips in your get rich quick schemes
For the champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Dreams, dreams
Champagne wishes and caviar
Bathtubs flooded in diamonds, chandelier features
New fresh speakers, a mic and some peaches
Might set up shop in United Kingdom
Right by the Clark store, playin' chess with cousins in England
Takin' exams to be the judge in Iran, I whip the Rover, no ma'am
We inclinators today, baby, olay
Call me a G, but count on clout exceeds the amount
To slam dance so many tracks, most my shit harder than mini khak's
Pretty boy gangsters, two scars
My bank account doofy large
And I stay in sweats, the movie's monstrous
Plain Jane Rollie, I'm lyin', playin' Maze
I'm like Frankie at Wave's, eatin' lobsters like slaves
Seven of mind, runnin' through prime, baggin' dimes, golden 9's
Yeah, it's old school game, that pussy mine
She fuck with smell-good niggas, grabbin' my cock
I'm like, "Ma, you gotta stop, my queen might get you-"
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Big business in my Calvin Nineteen
Fifty dollar, I'm livin' in a penthouse suite
Plain Jane wrist make the grade A bitches pay attention
All eyes on me
French lipstick on my left and right cheeks
There's too many blips in your get rich quick schemes
For the champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Dreams, dreams
Champagne wishes and caviar (Yeah, check-check, bitch)
Rappin' like my child support was due
Say bitches only want Gangsta Kane but I can find another you
And I'm too fresh to do domestic, bitch, them charges stick like glue
Now ho, I'm back out on the street and Shaq feet couldn't fill my shoes
I'm in the June gloom Hemi, super tuned
She like to pull up in the Rover butt naked, this hoe a super goon
Sellin' to the rich, white niggas, snort off a silver spoon
Seven bitches, three different flights, two-hundred ten balloons (Whew)
Yeah, happy birthday, bitch, blow out the candles
I'm on that Julio, I'm 'bout to put a hoe through the mattress
I know she only wanna fuck with me because of my status
I never believe a bitch when she say she don't fuck with no rappers
Uh, 'cause it's like every other city hoe, every other video
I pay for the ass but she bought her own titties though (Bitch)
I trick off a lil', punch the clock or punch your ticket, hoe
My toilets automatic, this shit different, hoe
June gloom as I hit the room
Rappin' like my child support due, my 'Rari super tuned
Sellin' to the rich, white niggas, snort off a silver spoon (Yeah)
Seven bitches, three different flights, two-hundred ten balloons
Private weddin', no phones, I thought this shit was cool
TMZ caught me on the drone and now I'm in the news (The fuck?)
Buyin' from the Mexican niggas, two-hundred ten balloons
Seven bitches, same hotel, got 'em in different rooms
Uh, yeah, yeah
I had one, then I had two, then I had three
It's Mr. Cut CoKane, nigga, yeah
Then I had four, then I had five, then I had six
It's young CoKane
-Grade A bitches pay attention, all eyes on me
French lipstick on my left and right cheek
There's too many blips in your get rich quick schemes
For the champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Dreams, dreams
Champagne wishes and caviar-
I'm back at, I'm back at headquarters already
And it's, and it's 1:47 once again, heh
You know what that means, don't you?
My phone's ringin', by go!
(Statik Selektah)
Ayy, hahaha, man, huh
Flutes in the air, I would like to make a coast
Neminems, say less, we the ones doin' the most
Solar power the future 'til I'm merely a ghost
Floatin' over my strikingly good lookin' corpse
C-Noteses in the bag got him coaches
Meanwhile, me and P sittin' first class on the Boeing 747
You in the back
Where the flight attendant's preparin' the sodas and the snacks
On Eastside, my flight lands at nine, her flight landed at seven
She already done checked in the telly and undressin'
If Victoria had a secret then, I just guessed it, hehe
She got a old soul, oh, the irony, bumpin' Otis
Sittin' on the dock of the bay, where the boat is
To be more specific, this yacht was chartered specifically for this event
Let's make a movie, bitch
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Big business in my Calvin Nineteen
Fifty dollar, I'm livin' in a penthouse suite
Plain Jane wrist make the grade A bitches pay attention
All eyes on me
French lipstick on my left and right cheeks
There's too many blips in your get rich quick schemes
For the champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Dreams, dreams
Champagne wishes and caviar
Bathtubs flooded in diamonds, chandelier features
New fresh speakers, a mic and some peaches
Might set up shop in United Kingdom
Right by the Clark store, playin' chess with cousins in England
Takin' exams to be the judge in Iran, I whip the Rover, no ma'am
We inclinators today, baby, olay
Call me a G, but count on clout exceeds the amount
To slam dance so many tracks, most my shit harder than mini khak's
Pretty boy gangsters, two scars
My bank account doofy large
And I stay in sweats, the movie's monstrous
Plain Jane Rollie, I'm lyin', playin' Maze
I'm like Frankie at Wave's, eatin' lobsters like slaves
Seven of mind, runnin' through prime, baggin' dimes, golden 9's
Yeah, it's old school game, that pussy mine
She fuck with smell-good niggas, grabbin' my cock
I'm like, "Ma, you gotta stop, my queen might get you-"
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Big business in my Calvin Nineteen
Fifty dollar, I'm livin' in a penthouse suite
Plain Jane wrist make the grade A bitches pay attention
All eyes on me
French lipstick on my left and right cheeks
There's too many blips in your get rich quick schemes
For the champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Dreams, dreams
Champagne wishes and caviar (Yeah, check-check, bitch)
Rappin' like my child support was due
Say bitches only want Gangsta Kane but I can find another you
And I'm too fresh to do domestic, bitch, them charges stick like glue
Now ho, I'm back out on the street and Shaq feet couldn't fill my shoes
I'm in the June gloom Hemi, super tuned
She like to pull up in the Rover butt naked, this hoe a super goon
Sellin' to the rich, white niggas, snort off a silver spoon
Seven bitches, three different flights, two-hundred ten balloons (Whew)
Yeah, happy birthday, bitch, blow out the candles
I'm on that Julio, I'm 'bout to put a hoe through the mattress
I know she only wanna fuck with me because of my status
I never believe a bitch when she say she don't fuck with no rappers
Uh, 'cause it's like every other city hoe, every other video
I pay for the ass but she bought her own titties though (Bitch)
I trick off a lil', punch the clock or punch your ticket, hoe
My toilets automatic, this shit different, hoe
June gloom as I hit the room
Rappin' like my child support due, my 'Rari super tuned
Sellin' to the rich, white niggas, snort off a silver spoon (Yeah)
Seven bitches, three different flights, two-hundred ten balloons
Private weddin', no phones, I thought this shit was cool
TMZ caught me on the drone and now I'm in the news (The fuck?)
Buyin' from the Mexican niggas, two-hundred ten balloons
Seven bitches, same hotel, got 'em in different rooms
Uh, yeah, yeah
I had one, then I had two, then I had three
It's Mr. Cut CoKane, nigga, yeah
Then I had four, then I had five, then I had six
It's young CoKane
-Grade A bitches pay attention, all eyes on me
French lipstick on my left and right cheek
There's too many blips in your get rich quick schemes
For the champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Dreams, dreams
Champagne wishes and caviar-
