Tory Lanez - Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams lyrics

Im tryin to run away from temptations, but the sh**'s calling I'm at the Ritz Carlton, sitting in this b**h balling I know these women faking and still I can't call it They like you drive, but ain't arrivin when your whip is stallin I thought this fame sh** would change sh** I turn around, I'm still surrounded by the same sh** I'm on a champagne sip, got the flame late still moving up It's open seas like the salve ship, buffling the plague click You know you with the don its whatever Lyrically im Kobe and Lebron put together n***as can't accept it so they tell me that im soundin like Uh, a bunch of rappers that dont sound alike f** you, man, I'm off the subject These n******gs be faking, these b**hes be hating sh**, I'm about my budget First cla** from the seven is filling the norms Scotty Gripping balling win to my women is from That's why they love the dome In house left the keys out and never know Give me two bad b**hes, I give my Elleanor And some ice cold water to sip this lemon all f** you n******gs, you n***a's about fifty She's skinny and gold jimmy For you think you f** strictly I'm here to get f**ed quickly Scar mouth, she got Mohawk and he thoughts With a left dress, which body is the mess Don't be a dog, I can show you how I'm pimping Rather leash neat this lifestyle when I'm limping Rule number one, keep your head up in the wind You gotta, gotta make some money, go bananas like it's chimping Folks don't ever know, heard this p**y n******gs hating, f**, who ever do Fly diva, I eat her if she had a boo, but she got to have millions, rapper villie on, stacks on zillion You rolling with the state up next, ball met your face like a break up, n***a And I see I'm trying to take up next, we gonna make a next call it jake out, n***a We need to fight for, n***a, switch your side, tell me who you ride for Do your verge, stop and turn it, n***a, fight for Pump seven out of eleven bottle side shore I got worry, we should k** it, n***a, why for? Can in the stupid your level, I'm in the sky more I'm in the Louie V style, sh** is Gucci guitar I'm meaning Suzuki models give me Gucci a lot b**h, I'm mobbing through the mall, got trullies ‘em all You're telling get money, n******gs, while I'm truly depart Me and sun shine up a deal, best skin coping for another winning Have ‘em like the track field how you run up in it ‘till it's dead and finished, hop in mane and f** it with it Why is they f**ing with me? On my sh**, get off my dick Don't know what this money all mean All I'm left and all I'm which, c'mon n******gs still hating, c'mon n******gs getting ready, c'mon Why there is the begging, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, don't leave me alone Babe, please, don't leave me alone