Champagne Moments Lyrics Rick Ross
Maybach Music
Fish tanks and marble floors, livin’ big and bad
Niggas laugh until they hit with my official jab
*** smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad
Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve had
Record label takin’ a loss, are you in your bag?
You a worker wantin’ to chart, don’t make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin’ fine, I’m gettin’ *** as your *** decline
Who believes he movin’ keys in his Louie Vs?
Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you *** bleed
Feel the pain and just describe when you really ride
Either you niggas gettin’ money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a *** if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab
Double Rs spread through the yard, and I swear to God
Pop a Perc for the ‘ville, go and count me a mil
*** you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin’ they records when we speakin’ directly
If we keepin’ it gangsta, when you see me you check me
White boy, I see you
I see you, yeah, check
Gettin’ bullied, don’t walk up on me ’cause the clip is fully
Niggas ***, don’t want to push me, I’m like, “Really, would he?”
Like his moves, but he never had to fight in school
Always ran, another *** had to write your grooves
Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy gave you the juice
Another white boy at the park wanna hang with the crew
Pulitzer Prize winner switchin’ up like dyed denim
Get incentives for all the killings while we ride rentals
Look me right in my face, he beginning to shake
Told you niggas “Stay schemin'”, I predicted my fate
Got more money than you, *** you want me to say?
Fifty mil for the crib, where you want me to stay?
I can shoot up the block, I got pictures to paint
Let you DM my ***, but got *** you can’t
Let you get on my songs, it was good for your face
Now *** ***, it’s on, ain’t no room for debate
Pop a perc for the ‘ville, go and count me a mil
*** you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin’ they records when we speakin’ directly
If we keepin’ it gangsta, when you see me you check me
By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers, but I got one guy, he’s my favorite person to rap with on any song, his name is Rick Ross
Maybach Music
You ain’t never want to be a *** anyway, ***
That’s why you had a operation to make your nose smaller than your father nose, ***
I unfollowed you, ***, ’cause you sent the *** cease-and-desist to French Montana, ***
You sent the police, ***, hatin’ on my dog project
That wasn’t the same white boy that I seen, ***, when we were makin’ them early records, ***
When you were happy to be around niggas, seein’ niggas holdin’ them sticks
Yeah
You owe *** Stunna your life, ***
Give Weezy some more money, ***
Give Rap-A-Lot some more money, ***
White boy
Yeah, biggest, it’s Rozay, ***
We can do it how you wanna do it, where you wanna do it, anytime you wanna do it, I’m ready
I’m ready, white boy, huh
I know you got your Dockers on with no underwear, white boy
Yeah, you had that surgery, that six-pack gone
That’s why you wearin’ that funny *** at your show, you can’t hide it, ***
White boy