Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams (feat. Moses The Raven)

Woke up to 100 racks Yea, Ain't no loan want they money back We no longer getting fly for cheap, like the buddy pass Bunch of cash, little rap niggas who can't rap don't wanna rap Yea, and I know you concerned Steady on the rise and I know it's my turn Every check and award, every moment is earned I swear that everyday is feelin' like my solar return Uh, bright lights, dark shades Show after show from PruCenter to the Barclays Me and my squad, my group members and we on stage Son got his marks in school better, here's an arcade Long stay, with the wife in a foreign land Showing love to supportive fans Me and REAL ink a deal, and we lit with the whole advance Nah, it's all ours, ain't no parent label holding hands Ain't no rent, ain't no mortgage, we own the land Pocket change, like 40 bands Made a ticket every night while we on the road Hittin' every major city, and we bout to go gold And we bout to go do a milli We shop in a group of cities We copping the newest Bentley And rockin' the newest Fendi Now poppin' now you can feel me Now watch what I do with indie No stopping the movement really Now bop to the music with me Uh, lifestyle lavish See a dope opportunity right now, grab it We outsold every bit sized rapper And we made em put the mic down faster Yea, see the growth and the glow up 80 On the pike with the Lamborghini door up We bout to roll up and then we post up At the Roc brunch with the drip, then we toast up But then I woke up In the back of double R, my ceiling the stars You heard I'm fuckin with shortie but ain't no feelings involved Bout to remodel the ceiling, my door I'm sealing it off I fell asleep with a model woke she touching my Ahh It's a Ferrari in front but I'm in a Jeep full of niggas Spent a rack on my shoe and a hundred racks on the triggers Don't asked what niggas be doin, we with your bitch if you hit us Everybody that knew us wish they was still fuckin with us yeah Bright lights dark shades Gotta keep a switchblade tucked in the north face Gotta keep a couple million dollars in the crawl space 100 for the braids, another 100 for the ball fade 18103 Seats at the Barclays We cut every line like knifes be doin parkay Word to Shotta Spence, we sippin' henny on the parkway Niggas got they name in bright lights for the dark days Don't ask how I got this shit, I work hard till I D I E Broke niggas really hate it when I'm showin' up to the party Bring every bottle to the VIP, every bitch on me Anything you wanna get on me Especially if you tryna get on me And I don't sleep, anybody tryna come for me We strapped up like the MIB See that shit, want that shit, get it If you broke and sad, that's pathetic But if you broke and happy then forget it Cuz honestly I'm cursed with all these visions Gotta cop a purse for all my bitches Betta cop a hearse you talkin' friction Rich nigga broke nigga difference If I want it, I make fact from fiction BITCH