Champagne Moments

Maybach Music Fish tanks and marble floors, livin' big and bad N- laugh until they hit with my official jab Crack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could've had Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag? You a worker wantin' to chart, don't make me laugh Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline Who believes he movin' keys in his Louis Vs? Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you b- bleed Feel the pain or just describe where you really ride Either you n- gettin' money or ready to die B-I-G, or give a f- if you Chi-Ali You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab Double R's spread through the yard, and I swear to God Pop a Perc' for the field, go and count me a mill' Kill you n- for free, do it all for the thrill N- leakin' they records when we speakin' directly If we keepin' it gangsta, when you see me, you check me White boy, I see you, I see you Yeah, check Gettin' bullied, don't walk up on me 'cause the clip is fully N- p-, don't want to push me, I'm like, "Really, would he?" Like his moves, but he never had to fight in school Always ran, another n- had to write your grooves Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy gave you the juice Another white boy at the park wanna hang with the crew Pulitzer Prize winner switchin' up like dyed denim Get incentives for all the killings while we ride rentals Look me right in my face, he beginning to shake Told you n-, "Stay schemin'," I predicted my fate "Got more money than you," f- you want me to say? Fifty mill' for the crib, where you want me to stay? I can shoot up the block, I got pictures to paint Let you DM my h-, but got b- you can't Let you get on my songs, it was good for your face Now, b- n-, it's on, ain't no room for debate Pop a Perc' for the field, go and count me a mill' Kill you n- for free, do it all for the thrill N- leakin' they records when we speakin' directly If we keepin' it gangsta, when you see me, you check me By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers But I got one guy He's my favorite person to rap with on any song His name is Rick Ross (Maybach Music) You ain't never want to be a n- anyway, n- That's why you had a operation to make your nose smaller Than your father nose, n- I unfollowed you, n-, 'cause you sent the m- Cease-and-desist to French Montana, n- You sent the police, n-, hatin' on my dawg project That wasn't the same white boy that I seen, n- When we were makin' them early records, n- When you were happy to be around n- Seein' n- holdin' them sticks, yeah You owe m- Stunna your life, n- Give Weezy some more money, n- Give Rap-A-Lot some more money, n- White boy Yeah, biggest, it's Rozay, n- We can do it how you wanna do it, where you wanna do it Anytime you wanna do it, I'm ready I'm ready, white boy, huh I know you got your Dockers on with no underwear, white boy Yeah, you had that surgery, that six-pack gone That's why you wearin' that funny s- at your show You can't hide it, n-, white boy