Buckwild - Champagne Thoughts lyrics

Uh, uh What (mothaf**er) The f** y'll want D.I.T.C n***a what Shh Y'll n***as is creeps Straight up Yo'll, laying in the cut type n***a What! [O.C.] Strangers I don't trust Peep out the scenery so I can adjust (coo) Once was a foo 'Til I learned the rules, the hard way Peace by jukes, I was shook Got slept, nowadays I'm keeping it stepped But it ain't to the point that I'm rocking a vest I'm in as well, sh**, 'til I die Till then I'm staying fly On the reg staying out of the red Blood, sweat with no tears f** having fears Two thou's dead on, i'm meeting it dead on Millennium, many dumb to the fact You clap that Mush sh** I'm a bust right back For realer, live n***a, see it in my eyes If ya, test my strength I'm a give you a surprise n***a Some what the quiet type I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight Chorus: repeat 2X It's just champagne thoughts (thoughts) Man made to floss (word) Vanity or lust (lust) Greed makes more Lets stick up the bank and make off with it all (all) Pick up and start where the others left off [O.C.] Doing what I gotta do at any cause Knowing life is short Give or take a few blows with knots to show Sometimes you make friends especially when The ends play a part out of nowhere Skins at the bar s**ing up Champagne is just like sh** Attract wanna be wives, nothing but flies Anybody applies when you stink like dough Many take a sniff when they walk past O Or walk past 'Ness to L, Diamond or Buck A.G and Show, that n***a Fat Joe The ones giving head figure it count for dead Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay who*es Goin' in spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of charge Everybody watch bouncers clout the VIP A space reserved for the whole D.I.T.C Chorus 2X Yo'll Yo'll (over last 2 lines of chorus) [O.C.] I got G's on mind Cream to blow at times Weed smoke once in a blue, it's something to do Whip around one deep in my LS4 Shorty nose open wide like she sniffin' it raw Got a low crossed out, buckwilin' is a no, no Rap name O.C, Mush Shine be my M.O Just to find the means in the end When it's all set it s done, with a crib and keys to a Benz Twin 9 Berettas serial scrape the letters Wherea keep 'em tucked inside the wine leather Cyanide thoughts make shots ring off Sabotage with a snitch who decided to talk Greedy n***as get snatched by the Rico laws Then the murder one stuck, when it rain it pours Young cats with cigars inside our jaws Young black entrepreneurs read about us in Forbes Chorus 3X (with ad-libs) D.I.T.C, n***a