Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, your bitch round my gang then she fair game,
its so hot standing near a flame, on my wrist 50 on my chain,
club owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas but i just go off what the hoes say,
he a skinny but he do it big,
ya its like a movie but its how i live,
boss, taylor gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look like the centerfold, cook like a chef, weed like its for dissinial
the engine burn you hear my tires murk
we be corks like fireworks,

ima need more champagne, tell the waitress bring a more bottles and break em up,
we buy the bar for nigga that came with us,
we got some broads to em all grab a drink and get fucked up,
champagne,
see them bottles of aint a thing to us
just bought em in the club cause our up,
bitch you hate to ? bruh
ima need champagne

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i from im the head honcho,
full of kush, bottles full of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to blunts now she roll planes,
quit fuckin with her he was so lame,
said she love the but she dont know the name,
drinking by the case im gonna ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons liquored up make this money and blow it like i dont give a fuck
show em to the club pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you should know just what im about,
uh i live the you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody the waitress cause we almost out