K-Proetic - Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams (feat. Moses The Raven)
Woke up to 100 racks
Yea, Ain't no loan want they money back
We no longer getting fly for cheap, like the buddy pass
Bunch of cash, little rap niggas who can't rap don't wanna rap
Yea, and I know you concerned
Steady on the rise and I know it's my turn
Every check and award, every moment is earned
I swear that everyday is feelin' like my solar return
Uh, bright lights, dark shades
Show after show from PruCenter to the Barclays
Me and my squad, my group members and we on stage
Son got his marks in school better, here's an arcade
Long stay, with the wife in a foreign land
Showing love to supportive fans
Me and REAL ink a deal, and we lit with the whole advance
Nah, it's all ours, ain't no parent label holding hands
Ain't no rent, ain't no mortgage, we own the land
Pocket change, like 40 bands
Made a ticket every night while we on the road
Hittin' every major city, and we bout to go gold
And we bout to go do a milli
We shop in a group of cities
We copping the newest Bentley
And rockin' the newest Fendi
Now poppin' now you can feel me
Now watch what I do with indie
No stopping the movement really
Now bop to the music with me
Uh, lifestyle lavish
See a dope opportunity right now, grab it
We outsold every bit sized rapper
And we made em put the mic down faster
Yea, see the growth and the glow up
80 On the pike with the Lamborghini door up
We bout to roll up and then we post up
At the Roc brunch with the drip, then we toast up
But then I woke up
In the back of double R, my ceiling the stars
You heard I'm fuckin with shortie but ain't no feelings involved
Bout to remodel the ceiling, my door I'm sealing it off
I fell asleep with a model woke she touching my Ahh
It's a Ferrari in front but I'm in a Jeep full of niggas
Spent a rack on my shoe and a hundred racks on the triggers
Don't asked what niggas be doin, we with your bitch if you hit us
Everybody that knew us wish they was still fuckin with us yeah
Bright lights dark shades
Gotta keep a switchblade tucked in the north face
Gotta keep a couple million dollars in the crawl space
100 for the braids, another 100 for the ball fade
18103 Seats at the Barclays
We cut every line like knifes be doin parkay
Word to Shotta Spence, we sippin' henny on the parkway
Niggas got they name in bright lights for the dark days
Don't ask how I got this shit, I work hard till I D I E
Broke niggas really hate it when I'm showin' up to the party
Bring every bottle to the VIP, every bitch on me
Anything you wanna get on me
Especially if you tryna get on me
And I don't sleep, anybody tryna come for me
We strapped up like the MIB
See that shit, want that shit, get it
If you broke and sad, that's pathetic
But if you broke and happy then forget it
Cuz honestly I'm cursed with all these visions
Gotta cop a purse for all my bitches
Betta cop a hearse you talkin' friction
Rich nigga broke nigga difference
If I want it, I make fact from fiction
BITCH
Written by:
Moses LaPorte, Sebastien Francois
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