Torch - Champagne Wishes lyrics
rate meFeat. Provalone P
(Intro)
Ain't 'bout that life x5
You ain't about that yay
You ain't eva seen a brick roll dental on the trays
All i know is complex
Hit my nigga, gun play anytime, broad day
I just sat in that age, I'd made front page
Pick dough, y'all stay
I ain't even tryna aim er'body in the aye
Get ya straight, when I push that Glock
I'dda whip that mossie
I'dda flip that mollie, you ain;t seen a dead body
I'dda help my dawg dane, to see a nigga
Who shot a man in the ombla
Ha a white mamasittas
(Bridge)
I don’t really know wussup wit you
Nigga wussup with you?
But I’ve been on my grind
So fuck you
(Chorus)
All I got is champagne wishes
And all of these bitches tonight
And I made all of this money,
All of this money alright
Let’s make a movie!
In the city, right here tonight
I never thought I’d
Get to live this type of life
(Verse)
That money need to fall like rain drop
That’s the only time we can say that the pain stops
Dodging the same cops, on the same blocks
Hustle all night, still wearin' the same socks
Slingin' the same rocks, shit real, nigga
Make the wrong move and you know I’mma deal wit ya
Death to my enemies, they suicidal
Hell yeah, the past man, I get me a new arrival
Torch land a UFO, me – I’m the new arrival
Extra cheese everything, BX homicidal
Been out in DC, next stop Florida
Shit lookin' straight, man, I just got my order up
Yea, Provalone
(Bridge)
I don’t really know wussup wit you
Nigga, wussup with you?
But I’ve been on my grind
So fuck you
(Chorus)
All I got is champagne wishes
And all of these bitches tonight
And I made all of this money,
All of this money alright
Let’s make a movie!
In the city, right here tonight
I never thought I’d
Get to live this type of life
(Verse)
Used to patch on them drugs, now I patch up on (wait!)
Henny for the haters, champagne for the pain
Mother pearl wrist, got your bitch bobbin in my Bourbon backseat
Tax season, but I get my money tax free
Really in them streets, self-made thousandeer
Before tour deposits, made a killin in them projects there
No choice, mama had it rough
No records sold, OT, I’m platinum plus
Ball like Peters, 'round here you need a gun
Free Lionel Richie, blood barely get to see the sun
Friends fake, bad bitches quick to claim his love
No mind games, baby, I’m just tryna fuck
(Bridge)
I don’t really know wussup wit you
Nigga wussup with you?
But I’ve been on my grind
So fuck you
(Chorus)
All I got is champagne wishes
And all of these bitches tonight
And I made all of this money,
All of this money alright
Let’s make a movie!
In the city, right here tonight
I never thought I’d
Get to live this type of life
