Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champagne Wishes, artist - South Central Cartel. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Champagne Wishes |
| I’m high-class, wife got the mink and |
| I’m drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold |
| Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it’s |
| Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this |
| Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang |
| Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame |
| Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches |
| Penetration’s what they get, ass stitches |
| A stretch-limo on the all-gold Daytons |
| Playa-hatin me is like hangin out with Satan |
| I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady |
| And it’s a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately |
| I own a mansion, I’m stackin chips |
| I’m eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips |
| '95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent |
| In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent |
| This is the life that I want to live |
| Can’t let nobody stop me |
| Dom Perrignon, a little Alizé |
| It’s gon' be on, can’t you see? |
| Ladies on the left, ladies on the right |
| This game is so exciting |
| But it’s to be sold and not to be told |
| So grab your cabbage, homie |
| I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous |
| Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus |
| A black urban as I bounce in my suburban |
| Lookin superb off o-x and I’m swervin |
| So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck |
| I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack |
| The '86 Lac in the back |
| The sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch |
| And I dare you to try to get with this |
| I take baths in Moët and dry off with $ 1000 bills |
| Still I invest in the hood |
| Performin c’s on the block |
| Make the homies clock a knot |
| And it don’t stop |
| My lifestyle’s not petty, I rock steady |
| Paid in full to get the pull |
| And I should buy up the whole hood |
| Then we could live lavish with the cabbage |
| I flew overseas just so I could see |
| Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy |
| And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain |
| But things changed, now I’m the million dollar mane |
| Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g’s in the pocket |
| Jump out the 454 and I locks it |
| Eye-sockets upon my pocket |
| Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it |
| I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black Impala |
| And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one |
| 1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear |
| With caviar dreams in yo ear |
| And I hear all the rumours that’s bein spreaded |
| About where we headed and who we goes to bed with |
| Even though I’m livin this million dollar life |
| You better think twice before you get sliced |