"Champagne Tears" lyrics
Champagne tears
Black tie party
This how you feel when you jumped out your body
Don't live in la but I pull up and 2 party
Than ostalauego I'm gone in a heartbeat
Can't miss my ride or a marketing dollar
Need us a ring I go smeigel to golem
Batman of Gotham bitch we do the Robin
If I had it on me than I would of...
How is you standing on business when people build businesses off ya check and collect
God as my witness if I stand on business I'm making a killing and twisting some necks
Turn me villain aww this the feeling
This the type of shit that I did with my ex
Screaming out check when you never played chess
Say what you want bitch you know I'm the
Know that I'm blessed
When I staple the paper I don't need a desk
Its no service out here I can't call a regret
I need something more quite man get rid of this
Got some me cheese know its come with some pest
Treat em like Micheal and make em a song
Since all of these rats want a new sing along
Cuz id rather count up than to tell them they wrong
(Forreal)
Ran into the devil n I hit em with a tech
You don't wanna know what I did to him next
Swear these phones and drugs they got a handle on us
Champagne tears and the models gone bust
IRS they wanna count it all up
Know where you walking got a camera on us
So fuck the club up and blame it on us
We gone fuck the club up and blame it on us
Fuck the club up, riot thru the mothafuckin streets
Fuck the club up, if you came with yo best friend and you geeked
Fuck the club up, blame the mothafuckin police
Fuck the club up, if you can hear this mouthafuckin beat
Rockstar shit that I hear in my ears
I know that you going but baby I'm golden
I can't be performing till 4 in the morning
I hop in a foreign and floor in the motor
I'm hot like the top of the pot and I'm blowing
The top pick I might just get drafted for balling
The statements is solid the money still falling
Resillence relentlessness my biggest problems
When shit go wrong they gone jump from ship
Cartier cardinal cardio already there
In the air be prepared this rare form
Folks on the block with a foreign not a flock
I was skate boarding Q P's in the back pack
Graffiti fingers and 40 ounces befo rap cap
Way before the hashtags I would just tag bags
My life is a grab bag
Made off garage band
I was in the car then
Wasn't no apartment
Something gotta start man
This shit gotta stop damn
Work in the trunk dead skunk spraying lysol
Zoo got the chopper under the bed ain't no glocks out
King Louie with new Chevy its the drop trop
We was in the field before a drill was on the pop charts
Now its Obama runtz smoke with the pop-tarts
Champagne tears for them boyz that can't pop out
(Forreal)
Black tie party
This how you feel when you jumped out your body
Don't live in la but I pull up and 2 party
Than ostalauego I'm gone in a heartbeat
Can't miss my ride or a marketing dollar
Need us a ring I go smeigel to golem
Batman of Gotham bitch we do the Robin
If I had it on me than I would of...
How is you standing on business when people build businesses off ya check and collect
God as my witness if I stand on business I'm making a killing and twisting some necks
Turn me villain aww this the feeling
This the type of shit that I did with my ex
Screaming out check when you never played chess
Say what you want bitch you know I'm the
Know that I'm blessed
When I staple the paper I don't need a desk
Its no service out here I can't call a regret
I need something more quite man get rid of this
Got some me cheese know its come with some pest
Treat em like Micheal and make em a song
Since all of these rats want a new sing along
Cuz id rather count up than to tell them they wrong
(Forreal)
Ran into the devil n I hit em with a tech
You don't wanna know what I did to him next
Swear these phones and drugs they got a handle on us
Champagne tears and the models gone bust
IRS they wanna count it all up
Know where you walking got a camera on us
So fuck the club up and blame it on us
We gone fuck the club up and blame it on us
Fuck the club up, riot thru the mothafuckin streets
Fuck the club up, if you came with yo best friend and you geeked
Fuck the club up, blame the mothafuckin police
Fuck the club up, if you can hear this mouthafuckin beat
Rockstar shit that I hear in my ears
I know that you going but baby I'm golden
I can't be performing till 4 in the morning
I hop in a foreign and floor in the motor
I'm hot like the top of the pot and I'm blowing
The top pick I might just get drafted for balling
The statements is solid the money still falling
Resillence relentlessness my biggest problems
When shit go wrong they gone jump from ship
Cartier cardinal cardio already there
In the air be prepared this rare form
Folks on the block with a foreign not a flock
I was skate boarding Q P's in the back pack
Graffiti fingers and 40 ounces befo rap cap
Way before the hashtags I would just tag bags
My life is a grab bag
Made off garage band
I was in the car then
Wasn't no apartment
Something gotta start man
This shit gotta stop damn
Work in the trunk dead skunk spraying lysol
Zoo got the chopper under the bed ain't no glocks out
King Louie with new Chevy its the drop trop
We was in the field before a drill was on the pop charts
Now its Obama runtz smoke with the pop-tarts
Champagne tears for them boyz that can't pop out
(Forreal)
Writer(s): Taylor Bennett
