Rick Ross - Champagne Moments (Lyrics)


Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Fish tanks and marble floors, livin' big and bad

Niggas laugh until they hit with my official jab

Crack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad

Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve had

Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag?

You a worker wantin' to chart, don’t make me laugh

Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time

Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline

Who believes he movin' keys in his Louis V's?

Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you bitches bleed

Feel the pain or just describe where you really ride

Either you niggas gettin' money or ready to die

B-I-G or give a fuck if you Chi-Ali

You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me

Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab

Double R's spread through the yard, and I swear to God

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Pop a Perc’ for the feel, go and count me a mil’

Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill

Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin’ directly

If we keepin' it gangster, when you see me, you check me

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

White boy, I see you, I see you

Yeah, check

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Gettin' bullied, don't walk up on me ’cause the clip is fully

Niggas pussy, don't want to push me, I'm like, "Really, would he?"

Like his moves, but he never had to fight in school

Always ran, another nigga had to write your grooves

Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy gave you the juice

Another white boy at the park wanna hang with the crew

Pulitzer Prize winner switchin' up like dyed denim

Get incentives for all the killings while we ride rentals

Look me right in my face, he beginnin' to shake

Told you niggas "Stay schemin'," I predicted my fate

"Got more money than you," fuck you want me to say?

Fifty mil' for the crib, where you want me to stay?

I could shoot up the block, I got pictures to paint

Let you DM my ho, but got bitches you can't

Let you get on my songs, it was good for your face

Now, bitch nigga, it's on, ain't no room for debate

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Pop a Perc' for the feel, go and count me a mil'

Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill

Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin' directly

If we keepin' it gangster, when you see me, you check me

[Outro: Rick Ross & Drake]

By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers, but I got one guy

He's my favorite person to rap with on any song, his name is Rick Ross

(Maybach Music)

You ain't never want to be a nigga anyway, nigga

That's why you had an operation to make your nose smaller than your father nose, nigga

I unfollowed you, nigga, 'cause you sent the motherfuckin' cease-and-desist to French Montana, nigga

You sent the police, nigga, hated on my dog project

That wasn't the same white boy that I seen, nigga, when we were makin' them early records, nigga

When you were happy to be 'round niggas, seein' niggas holdin' them sticks, yeah

You owe motherfuckin' Stunna your life, nigga

Give Weezy some more money, nigga

Give Rap-A-Lot some more money, nigga

White boy

Yeah, biggest

It's Rozay, nigga

We can do it how you wanna do it, where you wanna do it, any time you wanna do it, I'm ready

I'm ready, white boy, huh?

I know you got your Dockers on with no underwear, white boy

Yeah, you had that surgery, that six-pack gone

That's why you wearin' that funny shit at your show, you can't hide it, nigga

White boy