Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still champagne, good weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your bitch round my gang then she game,
its so hot near a flame, 20thousand on my wrist 50 on my chain,
club owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas hate but i go off what the hoes say,
he a nigga but he do it big,
ya its looking like a but its how i live,
young boss, gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you hear my tires
we be popping corks fireworks,

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

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i come 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 her nigga he was so lame,
said she the taste but she dont know the name,
drinking by the im gonna need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my gettin liquored up make this money and blow it like i dont give a fuck
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you should just what im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, come in large amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the cause we almost out