[Intro]
Champagne Files
Hopefully my n***a [?] could reach a lighter through the lighter slot in the door
Yeah

[Verse]
I could never run for president, high as a planet bitch
Money and the weed all I need to get through this shit
Pulled at a stop light, whole new whip, who this?
Top down, four hundred thou from the underground
I got every option installed on it when I bought it
Drove it seven hours to a party at Ross crib
Showed up with a boss bitch
Dressed in some designer shit
I didn't know what it is
I had the Gucci top button down with the jeans and my Bathing Apes
Smoked out in the house, even when I'm not
My young n***as in the building, they gon' hold it down
Big money come around, shh, not a sound
Quiet now [?] teasing
[?] the game up from the pipes when it's leaking
We came to fuck shit up then my n***as leaving
We got a couple bitches down to jump off the deep end
I got a couple maniacs waiting for a reason
They see you pussy n***as shining and it's seasonal
I tell 'em to be cool and in the minute I'ma let 'em meet you
I'm charging [?] for a feature
[Outro]
Champagne Files
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