Champagne Cartel

Lyrics

Intro
Yeah
Uh-huh
Money on the table
Smoke in the cut
We too up

[M1] [Verse 1]
Chrome on the wrist, it blind when I toast
Black SUV pull up, look like a ghost
Stacks in the bag, got the cash in the coat
One hand on the bottle, one hand on the throat
Said I was lucky, I was built for the mess
Mouth full of gold, still talking that stress
I don't do friends, only men I can trust
If it ain't about money, then it turn into dust
Two girls in the back with the ice and the grin
We ain't came to whisper, we came to live in
Penthouse loud, but the floor still shakes
Drunk off the top shelf, no time for brakes

Pre-Chorus
Riding too high
Whole room know my name
Pour it up, pour it up
Burn it to flame
Count so dirty
Still look clean
We make a scene
Then we leave with the queen

Chorus
Rich street gangsters
We too gone
Rich street gangsters
Still moving on
Pour that poison
Let it all spill
Rich street gangsters
We too real

[M2] [Verse 2]
I came with the wolves in a tailored suit
Bite on the glass when I sip that loot
Chain on my neck like a loaded noose
Smile so mean, I don't need an excuse
Bass in the bones, got the pit on blast
Whole damn room got a future in the past
Gold on my teeth when I say my line
She lean on my shoulder like it's paid in time
Bent out the bottle, face full of sin
Laugh when the cops try to look from within
We buy the night, then we break the floor
When the bottle go dry, we just order more

Pre-Chorus
Riding too high
Whole room know my name
Pour it up, pour it up
Burn it to flame
Count so dirty
Still look clean
We make a scene
Then we leave with the queen

Chorus
Rich street gangsters
We too gone
Rich street gangsters
Still moving on
Pour that poison
Let it all spill
Rich street gangsters
We too real

[M3] [Verse 3]
Check my left hand, that's a ring full of sin
Right hand shaking like I already win
Eyes half shut from the vodka and heat
Heart cold iron, shoes light on the beat
I don't need a crown, I been king of the blocks
Now I rock that crown with the regular stocks
Big bank talk, but I still got grime
Raised in the mud, now I spark my time
Everybody shouting when the bottle gets low
Everybody plotting, but they all too slow
We came in rich with a savage grin
Now the whole damn room wanna dive right in

Bridge
Filtered
Slow it down
Let the smoke hang thick
One more round
Make the damn room sick
Low voice, loud chain
Sharp-eyed crew
If they want that life
Tell them come through

Final Chorus
Rich street gangsters
We too gone
Rich street gangsters
Still moving on
Pour that poison
Let it all spill
Rich street gangsters
We too real

Rich street gangsters
Hands in the air
Rich street gangsters
We don't care
Pour that poison
Watch it hit steel
Rich street gangsters
Too rich to kneel

Outro
Yeah
Ayy
Too rich to kneel
Too drunk to chill
Champagne Cartel