Champagne

[Intro: Jack Dawson]
I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen
Who I'm gonna meet
Where I'm gonna wind up
Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge
And now, here I am
On the grandest ship in the world
Having champagne with you, fine people

[Chorus: Grioten]
I'm sipping that champagne
Put you in a red frame
Bitch I be ballin' the way that my guap talk
If you want to talk, we can chop chop
Pull out the nine, that shit looking nice
I dipped it in ice, now the thots on my line
She says she loves me, I see dollar signs
You want me for life, I ran out of time

I'm sipping that champagne
Put you in a red frame
Bitch I be ballin' the way that my guap talk
If you want to talk, we can chop chop
Pull out the nine, that shit looking nice
I dipped it in ice, now the thots on my line
She says she loves me, I see dollar signs
You want me for life, I ran out of time

[Verse 1: 666SWISH]
You talk on my name then it finna get messy
I kick with the choppa but I am not Messi
Chop chop on the bitch when I know you ain't ready
I'm giving you five nights, don't call me Freddie
I hop out the bed, with lead, I'm leaving you red
Swish eat up the beat, cause I never been fed
So much drip, need to learn how to tread
I don't fuck with pussy, just give me the head

[Verse 2: Grioten]
I don't fuck with pussy, I don't fuck with you
I'm eating your sushi like this Ratatouille
When we making movies, you are coming soon
Like, bitch I like booty and tits, not your mood
I gotta goth bitch on my lap and she likes when I clap
Shorty so fine, don't care if she ran laps
Counting my guap with my homies intact
Pull up with the rookies if we in attack

[Chorus: Grioten]
I'm sipping that champagne
Put you in a red frame
Bitch I be ballin' the way that my guap talk
If you want to talk, we can chop chop
Pull out the nine, that shit looking nice
I dipped it in ice, now the thots on my line
She says she loves me, I see dollar signs
You want me for life, I ran out of time

I'm sipping that champagne
Put you in a red frame
Bitch I be ballin' the way that my guap talk
If you want to talk, we can chop chop
Pull out the nine, that shit looking nice
I dipped it in ice, now the thots on my line
She says she loves me, I see dollar signs
You want me for life, I ran out of time