For The Pagne

Just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit more I done fucked up my wrist cause I been ballin too hard Think I might've fucked his bitch hope I ain't take it too far Champagne for the pain tryna cover the scars You know everybody else but do you know who you are I done fucked up my wrist cause I been ballin too hard Think I might've fucked his bitch hopeI ain't take it too far Champagne for the pain tryna cover the scars You know everybody else but do you know who you are She was playing both sides so I had to see what's up with it I told you how I'm living it's up to you if you gon f*ck with it Riding in commuter still I checked it off the bucket list She came and went, I did my shit she tryna come again Who you gon call when you really down and out If you listen to my tapes then you can feel what I'm about Drop some shit, got some chips, I did it unannounced I whoop your head like 50 cent I feel like Rick all on your couch Get to trippin in this bitch I'm off the, I'm off the baba Am I a 50 boy the way I see it in my side eye If it's beef I call my mex he cook carne asada If they take me out the game I'm coaching from the side line I done fucked up my wrist cause I been ballin too hard Think I might've fucked his bitch hope I ain't take it too far Champagne for the pain tryna cover the scars You know everybody else but do you know who you are I done fucked up my wrist cause I been ballin too hard Think I might've fucked his bitch hopeI ain't take it too far Champagne for the pain tryna cover the scars You know everybody else but do you know who you are Yeah This whole number is something I thought I wanted ever since I was a kid My hall, my vines, that wine you drinking, a woman like you Don't you feel that way anymore Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit more