CHAMPAGNE RIDDIM lyrics

[Intro]
(Pull up, show and prove like my producer)

[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
Snowflakes on the counter (Counter)
Cocaine, champagne showers (Woah)
The bad B's want more diamonds (Oh, oh)
And loyalty, that sh*t's priceless (Yeah, yeah)
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my big three-five Magnum
And my gyal 'cause she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me

[Verse 1: Tiggs Da Author]
Before I let a boy play me out this sh*t, I swear, I haffi dropdown
Tell my boy, "Don't trap, you can stop now" (Yeah)
So you get the picture, boy, that house was cropped out
Yeah, I took some L's, I ain't mad cause I prayed for the sh*t that I got now
I remember three in the morn'
Used to wake up, write my dream on the wall
Demons are callin', freezin', had no heatin' at all
Had to make my hands squeezin' my balls
Now I got the world on my damn shoulder
Getting head from a b*tch I used to wank over
"Shawty, what's your business?" I can bankroll it
Mayfair branch, got twenty in the man holder (Oh)
Came a long way from them stolen whips (Uh-huh)
Came a long way from the broken lifts (Uh-huh)
Drink champagne with my bros and sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author & Potter Payper]
Snowflakes on the counter (Counter)
Cocaine, champagne showers (Woah)
The bad B's want more diamonds (Oh, oh)
And loyalty, that sh*t's priceless (Yeah, yeah)
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my big three-five Magnum
And my gyal 'cause she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me (Ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 2: Potter Payper]
Where would I be without this rap sh*t? (Tsh)
Probably in a can, back on visits gettin' packs in (f*ck)
I'll be real, I never would've made it off this trap ting
I was raised in drug abuse, this ain't a joke, can't do this sh*t for fashion
Man, my lifestyle scary, like, say I caught a fever in a cabin (Yeah)
I'd choose ammonia, I never could imagine
Them type of plays that have Julie just naggin'
I got YD and chips like Stacy and Gavin
It's a lifestyle, I stay armed and blaggin' (Grrah)
Before I jumped out, I had to make bro ram him
It's kind of ironic that this .44 sounds like a metal door slammin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Now at least it ain't jammin'
They don't do it live, they just stay Instagram-in'
'Til their b*tch is in the toilet cubicle, all crammin'
I got fifty-pound notes for your cocaine habit
And I'm still too tapped to tap it
[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
Snowflakes on the counter (Counter)
Cocaine, champagne showers (Woah)
The bad B's want more diamonds (Oh, oh)
And loyalty, that sh*t's priceless (Yeah, yeah)
All I need, all I need, in this life of sin
Is my big three-five Magnum
And my gyal 'cause she's stuck with me
When I was bruck down, lucky me