Champagne Music

[Intro: Leslie Wright]

I don't think the summer ready for this one

Put the seat back, let the windows down

Ride out, champagne music

[Chorus: JID]

Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing

I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses

Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses

Champagne Music

Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing

I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses

Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses

Champagne Music

[Verse 1: JID]

Give me a round of applause, it's all in the wrist

A couple of years too, and you'll ball like this

I'm all like, kiss the diamonds on my dick

Either way you pussies envy, 'cause I ball like swish

And she all like (she all like), and we all like shit

With her funny talking ass, my little D.C. bitch

But little pretty girls in here like Wale in this bitch

But little Jiddy came through, with the A in this bitch

So you already know boy

The flow is nasty like chlamydia and the cold saw

I fuck with Earthgang, reside in the zone for

But I'm an East side nigga, we use the chroma

I'm at your dome like Shae's because you're fade

I'm shady because they hated

But at the end of the day, I knew I would fake and make it

They came around with the crown

And I knew I would fucking take it

Like twelve year old ass and a forty year old rapist

[Chorus: JID]

Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing

I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses

Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses

Champagne Music

Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing

I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses

Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses

Champagne Music

[Verse 2: JID]

I told the world I'm coming, so tighten up like a boa constrictor

I'm making my rap homicide, and you were the victim

The first forty-eight, I put two in the witnesses

And the same happen to you, if you happen to witness

I'm on this track like (track like) yeah I'm deeper or something

And I do give a damn, like a beaver or something

Wait, 'cause I ain't fronting

This money and weed that make sure that a nigga function

This is real talk, do away with all assumptions

Baby I'm the best, from Atlanta to Jumanji

Ask Robin Williams, your uncle or your auntie

Cole in the junky, chunky, either way I'm getting money (Uh)

Money make her come, money make me chase it

So if you get in the way, you can get a

Like potato that is baked with a steak

Or gourmet made sandwiches on a plate

Is your stomach growling over there? It's not mine, I just ate

I'm fly so I hate tattoos, I'm 5'8"

I'm straight, go nuts like cashew

I just smoked a purp and I don't want to have to whack you

Niggas be acting childish, I don't want to have crack you

The one who have to pack two kisses

So I can whack two niggas

It's champagne music, what the fuck am I doing

You niggas all getting burned, so who the fuck am I screwing

I really do this, I really do this

I told you, it's champagne music

[Interlude: Leslie Wright]

Get the waiter

Get the mo' weight Dom Perignon or Ace of Spades

Ha, don't forget the spot is at the top, you dig

Champagne Music

[Chorus: JID]

Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing

I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses

Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses

Champagne Music

Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing

I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses

Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses

Champagne Music