Wiz Khalifa — Champagne

[Verse 1] Uh, ya already know what it is, man Taylor Gang and I’m still talkin' champagne Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes Niggas get extra likes, spare change Leave your bitch around my gang, then she fair game Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain Club owners mad, we drinking 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 looking like a movie, but it's how I live Young boss, Taylor Gang General Drinking out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial And my bad bitch look like a centerfold Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it’s medicinal Smell the engine burning, you hear my tires murk We be poppin' corks like fireworks [Chorus] I'ma' need more champagne Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up We got a bar for every nigga that came with us We got the buzz, now bring 'em up Grab your drink and get fucked up Champagne champagne, lah-ah See bottles of rosé when they think of us See all of 'em in the club, gonna pay for us But you ain't gonna fuck the waitress, brah I'mma need more champagne! [Verse 2] VIP's full of red bottles In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho Ounces full of kush, bottles full of more wet Seen me in my yellow car, she got all wet Used to smoke blunts, now she roll plane Quit fuckin' with her nigga, he was so lame She said she love the taste, but she don’t know the name Drinkin' by the case, I’m gonna need you to bring more champagne I’m with my goons getting liquored up Make this money, then blow it like I don’t give a fuck Show up to the club, they pull 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, favors come in larger amounts Standing on the table, standing on the couch Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out, hahaha [Chorus] I'ma' need more champagne Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up We got a bar for every nigga that came with us We got the buzz, now bring 'em up Grab your drink and get fucked up Champagne champagne, lah-ah See bottles of rosé when they think of us See all of 'em in the club, gonna pay for us But you ain't gonna fuck the waitress, brah I'mma need more champagne!