Champagne Wishes Max B (Ft. A$AP Ferg)

[Chorus: Max B]
Caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean
All my niggas winning, this is our team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all me
See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen
Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream
757, G550, Ghost dreams

[Verse 1: Max B]
Riding in my Cadi', it's a quarter million
Gotta kit it up, computers is on the ceiling
Oh what a feeling, drug dealing
Catch a case, go to trial
If niggas blow, we appealing
Grew up surrounded by violence, money piling
100K in the Louis store, I don't do a stylist
I'm a nigga that innovate, nigga that generate
Chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate
That's a dirty birdy, that's a dinner plate
Mama's good Tupperware
It's time for some supper, dear
Back in Miss Lyle's crib I would love it there
Brittany wanted the chocolate, she tell me to fuck her bare
A nigga that's from the jungle, chuck a spare
Light a blunt, chug a beer
Got the bucket of snare
Damn this shit was a sure profession
Patience and slow progressions
Open your heart receive
My nigga don't blow your blessings