Testo Champagne Wishes - Max B
Testo della canzone Champagne Wishes (Max B), tratta dall'album House Money
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Crew in the gas tanks, yeah, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, yeah, this is our team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams, yeah
Riding in my Caddy, it's a quarter million
Got it kitted up, computers is on the ceiling
Oh, what a feeling, drug dealing
Catch a case, go to trial, if niggas blow, we appealing
Grew up surrounded by violence, yeah, money piling
Hundred K in the Louis store, I don't do a stylist
I'm a nigga that intervene, nigga that generate
Chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate
That's a dirty birdy, that's a dinner plate
Mama's good Tupperware, it's time for some supper, dear
Back in Miss Al's crib, I would love it there
Britney wanted the chocolate, she tell me to fuck it bare
A nigga that's from the jungle, chuck a spare
Light a blunt, chug a beer, got the bucket of snare
Damn, this shit was a sure profession, patience and slow progressions
Open your heart, receive, my nigga, don't blow your blessings
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Crew in the gas tanks, yeah, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, yeah, this is our team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream (Yeah)
757, G550, Ghost dreams, yeah (Yeah, uh)
Daddy had the Benz Wagon
Daddy had Bernice Burgos 'fore she had the wagon
Pardon me for bragging
Now I'm going platinum like Sysqo with the dragon
Wavy like Max with the B, B sagging
Or wavy like my hair when you see the silky flapping
Big waves like Katrina when the water crashed in
They all wanna copy the wave
Kids mosh pit in durags while I rock on the stage
Nike boots and Marmots like it's a Harlem parade
I'm in the jungle, I mean, what more can I say?
Antwon had the lion right in the PJs, I mean, damn
Cops put us in the cage like we some animals
But I'm still in love with this place
Harlem World, I think we need some prayers from Preacher Ma$e
Out in France with designers, just increasing my taste
All this champagne spilling, keep the crease from my face
Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Crew in the gas tanks, yeah, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, yeah, this is our team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams, yeah
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Writer(s): Paul Couture
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