Champagne Room

[Hook]
Yeah yeah, yeah, strip, strip that
Let, let, let's see that ass
You know we looking for that
To see them legs go back
Yeah yeah, yeah, strip, strip that
Let, let, let's see that ass
You know we looking for that
To see them legs go back

[Verse 1]
Give some bread to the homies for the strip club
Got my music in this bitch now it's lit up
Old friends please don't hit us
Y'all bitches really should give up
Take my swag
I gotta get my bag
Just to pop some tags
I'ma leave y'all last
Cause I'm buzzing
Flow disgusting
Never gonna talk about the people I ain't trustin'
Adjusting with my swagger
Yeah the homie dressing dapper
The dreams I'm chasing after as a mothafuckin rapper
Oh god switching up with that flow
Vinyls said it before
See yo bitch and she cold
Didn't pay her cause she know
No stripper gon' play me
No bitch gon' cheat me
No shit I'm Tom Brady
Double shots like beebees
Throwing shade cause y'all shady
No slim but I'm crazy
What
Y'all sus popping pills with them sluts
We don't play with that stuff
Y'all a fiend for them drugs
Y'all really just dust

[Hook]
Yeah yeah, yeah, strip, strip that
Let, let, let's see that ass
You know we looking for that
To see them legs go back
Yeah yeah, yeah, strip, strip that
Let, let, let's see that ass
You know we looking for that
To see them legs go back

[Verse 2]
Keep running from the truth at yo door
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
Late night calling all up on my phone
The ones spose to rock with me ain't my bros
Time to speak my ish and speak my mind
Like Big and Pac when they use to rhyme
The game watered down
And that's so facts
Mr. Slaughter town with all them raps

[Bridge]
With all them raps
With all them raps
With all them raps
With all them raps

[Verse 3]
One of a kind I'm repping Connecticut
Looking at me yeah the number one delegate
Killing the wack just look at the evidence
I am the best and that is a definite
Huh?
And that is a definite
Look at the deficit
Unhappy residents
Outrageous settlements
Leave you so desolate
Look at the score
One hundred to none
I'll push it some more
I'm coming for one
Not two, three or four
Hot as the sun
I need my own tour
Sound of the gun
Spread records soar

[Outro]
Making some plays I'm making some moves
After yo bitch please send me some nudes
Up on my grind and paying my dues
Fuck all the taxes the government rules
I don't need that love
I don't your time
I just need them drugs
Know I'm out my mind
I don't need that love
I don't need your time
I just need them drugs
Them drugs
Perfect