Champagne Kidd Lee (Ft. Quavo)

[Intro: Kidd Lee]
Uh, uh, uh
It's the Kidd Lee
(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
Uh

[Verse 1: Kidd Lee]
They call me Lee like a hundred degrees
I'm spittin' so hot in the city, man
How you not rockin’ with me?
Comin' up out the gutter, I never had plenty bands
I be spinnin' they heads like ceiling fans
They be doing they dance when they hear the Kidd
I been tryna get a bankroll when they ain't know
Stayin' real, better know I can't pretend
Hottest in the Carolinas, yeah
Never stay focusеd on dollars, yeah
Do it 'cause you love it, you ain't gotta stop for nothin’
I been walkin’ 'round with rags, no Prada (No Prada)
I know that I’m finna go way up (Way up)
Ain't no morе ridin' the bus (Okay)
I was writin' while knowin’ my days rough (Days rough)
Knowin' I'm feelin' fed up (Uh)
Ayy, don't trust just anybody
Damn, you movin' too suspicious (Too suspicious)
Know you don't really like me
I could care less, you a snake with a mission
Got a ho pressed, won't stop how I'm livin' (Uh, uh)
Got a ho stressed 'cause I'm hot and I'm with it (Uh, uh, uh)
Pull up wit' success, won't stop, I'm committed
I done came too far to just drop, I'ma kill it