Champagne Room lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah yeah, yeah, strip, strip that
Let, let, let's see that ass
You know we looking for that
To see them legs go back
Yeah yeah, yeah, strip, strip that
Let, let, let's see that ass
You know we looking for that
To see them legs go back

[Verse 1]
Give some bread to the homies for the strip club
Got my music in this b*tch now it's lit up
Old friends please don't hit us
Y'all b*tches really should give up
Take my swag
I gotta get my bag
Just to pop some tags
I'ma leave y'all last
Cause I'm buzzing
Flow disgusting
Never gonna talk about the people I ain't trustin'
Adjusting with my swagger
Yeah the homie dressing dapper
The dreams I'm chasing after as a mothaf*ckin rapper
Oh god switching up with that flow
Vinyls said it before
See yo b*tch and she cold
Didn't pay her cause she know
No stripper gon' play me
No b*tch gon' cheat me
No sh*t I'm Tom Brady
Double shots like beebees
Throwing shade cause y'all shady
No slim but I'm crazy
What
Y'all sus popping pills with them sl*ts
We don't play with that stuff
Y'all a fiend for them drugs
Y'all really just dust