Текст Max B – Champagne Wishes
Текст:
Caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tanks make the cars lean
All my niggaz winning, this is all team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
Have a baby baby, give em more cream
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream
Riding in my Caddie. It’s a quarter million
Got it kitted up computers is on the ceiling
Oh what a feeling drug dealing
Catch a case go trial if niggaz blow we appealing
Grew up surrounded by violence, yeah, money piling
100k in the Louis store I don’t do a stylist
I’m a nigga that innovate, nigga that generate
Chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate yeah
That’s dirty birdy, that’s a dinner plate
Momma’s good Tupperware, it’s time for some supper dear
Back in Ms. Alice crib, I would love it there
Brittany wanted the chocolate she tell me to fuck it bare
A nigga that’s from the jungle chuck a spear
Light a blunt chuck a beer, got the bucket that’s near
Damn this shit was a sure profession, patience and slow progressions
Open ya heart receive my niggaz don’t blow ya blessings
Champagne wishes, Caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tanks make the cars lean
All my niggaz winning, this is all team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all mean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream
Daddy had the Benz wagon
Daddy had Bernice Burgos before she had the wagon
Pardon me for bragging
Now I’m going platinum like Cisco with the dragon
Wavy like Max with the BB Saggin
Wavy like my hair when you see the silky flappin’
Big waves like Katrina when the water crashed in
They all want to copy the wave
Kids mosh pit in durags while I rock on the stage
Nike boots and Marmot’s like it’s a Harlem parade
I’m in the jungle, I mean what more can I say
Antoine had the lion right in the PJ’s
I mean damn, cops put us in the cage, like we some animals
But I’m still in love with this place
Harlem world I think we need some prayers from preacher Mase
Out in France with designers just increasin’ my taste
All this champagne spillin’ keep the crease in my face
Champagne wishes, Caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tanks make the cars lean
All my niggaz winning, this is all team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all mean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
Have a baby baby, give em more cream
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream
