Champagne

[Intro] Uh Y'all already know what it is, man Yeah Taylor Gang Uh Uh Uh [Verse 1] And I'm still talkin' champagne Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes Niggas get extra likes, spare change Leave your bitch 'round my gang, then she fair game Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain Club owners mad we drinkin' all the rosé And niggas hate, but I just go off what the hoes say He a skinny nigga, but he do it big Yeah, it's lookin' like a movie, but it's how I live Young boss, Taylor Gang General Drinkin' out the pink bottle, Rosé Impérial And my bad bitch look like a centerfold Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it's medicinal Smell the engine burn, you hear my tires murk We be poppin' corks like fireworks [Chorus] I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne) Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up (Bring 'em up) We got a bar for every nigga that came with us (Came with us) We got some broads, then bring 'em up, grab a drink and get fucked up (More champagne, 'pagne) Seein' bottles of rosé when they think of us (Think of us) We just ball up in the club, it's been paid for us (Paid for us) What you hatin' for? (Hatin' for) Get the waitress, bruh I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne) [Verse 2] VIPs full of red bottles In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho Ounces full of kush, bottles full of Moët Seen me in my yellow car, she got so wet Used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes Quit fuckin' with her nigga, he was so lame Say she love the taste, but she don't know the name Drinkin' by the case, I'm gon' need you to bring More champagne I'm with my goons gettin' liquored up Make this money then blow it like I don't give a fuck Show up to the club, they pull them bottles out You gettin' paper, you should know just what I'm talkin' 'bout Uh, I live the life you write a song about Bitches think I'm famous, favors come in large amounts Standin' on the table, standin' on the couch Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out (Haha, yeah) [Chorus] I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne) Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up (Bring 'em up) We got a bar for every nigga that came with us (Came with us) We got some broads, then bring 'em up, grab a drink and get fucked up (More champagne, 'pagne) Seein' bottles of rosé when they think of us (Think of us) We just ball up in the club, it's been paid for us (Paid for us) What you hatin' for? (Hatin' for) Get the waitress, bruh I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne)