Champagne Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Travis Barker)

[Verse 1]
Uh, ya already know what it is, man
Taylor Gang and I’m still talkin' champagne
Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes
Niggas get extra likes, spare change
Leave your bitch around my gang, then she fair game
Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame
Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain
Club owners mad, we drinking all the rosé
And niggas hate, but I just go off what the hoes say
He a skinny nigga, but he do it big
Yeah, it's looking like a movie, but it's how I live
Young boss, Taylor Gang General
Drinking out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial
And my bad bitch look like a centerfold
Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it’s medicinal
Smell the engine burning, you hear my tires murk
We be poppin' corks like fireworks

[Chorus]
I'ma' need more champagne
Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
We got a bar for every nigga that came with us
We got the buzz, now bring 'em up
Grab your drink and get fucked up
Champagne champagne, lah-ah
See bottles of rosé when they think of us
See all of 'em in the club, gonna pay for us
But you ain't gonna fuck the waitress, brah
I'mma need more champagne!