champagne poppin'

Singer:lil' kim

kimmy blanco

wiz khalifa

new lil' kim

wiz khalifa

this right here's called poppin' champagne

y'all already know what it is man

oh yeah

it's tax season

black friday bitch

uhuh taylor gang

i.r.s

you are now rocking with the best

yeah

keep the champagne coming all night

that's my motto

to everybody in the crowd got they own bottle

nails done

hair done

manicured toes

they still on them pink bottles

we on that ice roll

yeah

that's that new shit

bottles all white

like obama's crib

and they still talking old gold

i just netted half a mil' from some old gold

ralph lauren polo

that be the logo

dom p

ace of spades

veuve cliquot

champagne bath and a champagne glass

i piss champagne

that's my campaign ad

i.r.s we the m.v.p.s of the year

see them sparkles in the air

know they coming over here

we poppin' rose

like it's independence day

even though it's more bottles on the way

i'ma need more champagne

tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up

we got a bar for every nigga that came with us

you got some broads

then bring 'em up

grab a drink and get fucked up

champagne

see them bottles of rose when they think of us

we just all up in the club to spend paper up

what you hating for

get the waitress bruh

i'ma need. uh

and i'm still talkin' champagne

good weed

bad bitches and airplanes

niggas get extra like spare change

leave ya bitch 'round my gang

then she fair game

get so hot

you standing near a flame

20 thousand on my wrist

50 on my chain

club owners mad we drinkin' all the rose

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

rose imperial

and my bad bitch look like a centrefold

cook like a chef

smoke like it's medicinal

smell the engine burnin'

you hear my tyres murk

we be poppin' corks like fireworks

vip is full of red bottles

in the city that i come from

i'm the head honcho

ounces full of kush

bottles full of moet

see 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

says she love the taste

but she don't know the name

drinkin' by the case

i gon' need you to bring

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 brought 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

favours come in large amounts

standing on the table

standing on the couch

somebody tell the waitress that we almost out

i'ma need more champagne

tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up

we got a bar for every nigga that came with us

you got some broads

then bring 'em up

grab a drink and get fucked up

champagne

see them bottles of rose when they think of us

we just all up in the club to spend paper up

what you hating for

get the waitress bruh

i'ma need more champagne