Travis Barker - Champagne lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh Ya'already know what it is man Taylor Gang And I'm still talkin' champagne Good weed, bad b**hes and airplanes n***a's get extra likes, spare change Leave your b**h around my gang then she fair game Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain Club owners mad, We drinking all the Rose And n***as hate but I just go off what the hoes say He a skinny n***a, but he do it big Yeah, it's looking like a movie, but it's how I live Young boss, Taylor Gang General Drinking out the pink bottle Rose Imperial And my bad b**h look like a center fold Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it's medicinal Smell the engine burning you hear my tires murk We be poppin' corks like fireworks [Hook] I'ma' need more champagne Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring'em up We got a bar for every n***a that came with us We got the buzz now bring'em up grab your drink and get f**ed up. Champagne, Champagne.. Lahh ah... See bottles of rose when they think of us See all of'em in the club gonna pay for us But you ain't gonna f** the waitress Brah I'mma need more champagne! [Verse 2] VIP's full of red bottles In the city that I come from I'm the head honcho Ounces full of Kush, bottles full of more wet Seen me in my yellow car, she got all wet Use to smoke blunts, now she roll plane Quit f**'n with her n***a, he was so lame! She said she love the taste, but she don't know the name Drinkin by the case, I'm gonna needyea ta bring More Champagne! I'm with my goons getting liquored up Make this money, then blow it like I don't give a f**! Show up to the club they pull them bottles out You get'in paper you should know just what I'm talk'n bout! Uh, I live the life you write a song about b**hes think I'm famous favors come in larger amounts Standing on the table, standing on the couch Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out. Hahaha [Hook]