Champagne

[Intro]

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Y'all already know what it is, man

Yeah

Taylor Gang

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[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)