[Intro: Lil Kim, (Big Mike)] 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
[Verse 1: Lil Kim} 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' rosé, like it's Independence Day Even though it's more bottles on the way
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] 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 rosé 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 --
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 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 rosé 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, Rosé 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 (I'ma need more champagne) 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 Moët 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 (more champagne) 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
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] 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 rosé 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 champagneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
