Cry Champagne Songtext
Niggas can't fuck with me
Look
Ayo
I'm a rapper now, I had the work in the pot sizzling
Bitch down to ride by my side like Elizabeth
Can't trust these reptiles, niggas all Lizards, shit
Hopping out before you get popped or be a prisoner
Money by any means, always been with the mission
But sins just to come up on the win, I been sinister
Look
Ayo
I'm a rapper now, I had the work in the pot sizzling
Bitch down to ride by my side like Elizabeth
Can't trust these reptiles, niggas all Lizards, shit
Hopping out before you get popped or be a prisoner
Money by any means, always been with the mission
But sins just to come up on the win, I been sinister
Bring a listener and then my world lift weight
[?], keep the work in my palm like a perm
Won't serve anybody, you need a referral
When I'm on the beat it's a homi', I'm keeping your girl
On my dick 'cause she been there, made a ship now we in here
Ghosts smiling, stone island my swimwear, you niggas never been there
Far away, on my bars is yay'
The one like Penny Hardaway, chasing larger pay
At the table bagging up bonds, playing some Marvin Gaye
He asked me "What's going on?", I said "I'm living the wrong way (Damn)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga)
Ayo, ayo
Too many niggas sounding the same, doing the same shit
Acting like they doing something different with the same script
They in the way, clogging the lane, they lack the range
When you level up, some close ones change, sad exchange
They don't know the stain when your aim's an eight figure bank
Spending Euros and Franks, made it off the shit that I think
Came up from an empty cup with nothing to drink
BitCoins with half a brick, now I'm icy like a hockey rink
Stupid niggas crash out like it cost a lot to think
The jail and the morgue's full of those, bread or bullet holes
What you looking for? Plenty do explore
I'm out for greatness and my statements, fuck you hate me like a hooker bored
A lot of these niggas wasn't rhyming right so I took New York
I smoke this work that I cooked with a fork
When son writing it's a young Tyson hooking your jaw
You niggas been lost a long time ago, look at the score
I lapped you all, now I'm out in London spending at the mall
Bad groupie whores can't detach from my balls
Made a transition from selling pill packs in the hall
[?] niggas brought gats to the brawl
Now I need Basquiats and war halls on the walls
So wealthy if I ever dropped, the money soft in the fall
And after that I ain't chasing a thing
So any time you see my eyes cry tears bet it's Ace of Spades
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga)
[?], keep the work in my palm like a perm
Won't serve anybody, you need a referral
When I'm on the beat it's a homi', I'm keeping your girl
On my dick 'cause she been there, made a ship now we in here
Ghosts smiling, stone island my swimwear, you niggas never been there
Far away, on my bars is yay'
The one like Penny Hardaway, chasing larger pay
At the table bagging up bonds, playing some Marvin Gaye
He asked me "What's going on?", I said "I'm living the wrong way (Damn)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga)
Ayo, ayo
Too many niggas sounding the same, doing the same shit
Acting like they doing something different with the same script
They in the way, clogging the lane, they lack the range
When you level up, some close ones change, sad exchange
They don't know the stain when your aim's an eight figure bank
Spending Euros and Franks, made it off the shit that I think
Came up from an empty cup with nothing to drink
BitCoins with half a brick, now I'm icy like a hockey rink
Stupid niggas crash out like it cost a lot to think
The jail and the morgue's full of those, bread or bullet holes
What you looking for? Plenty do explore
I'm out for greatness and my statements, fuck you hate me like a hooker bored
A lot of these niggas wasn't rhyming right so I took New York
I smoke this work that I cooked with a fork
When son writing it's a young Tyson hooking your jaw
You niggas been lost a long time ago, look at the score
I lapped you all, now I'm out in London spending at the mall
Bad groupie whores can't detach from my balls
Made a transition from selling pill packs in the hall
[?] niggas brought gats to the brawl
Now I need Basquiats and war halls on the walls
So wealthy if I ever dropped, the money soft in the fall
And after that I ain't chasing a thing
So any time you see my eyes cry tears bet it's Ace of Spades
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard, now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga)
