Champagne Moments Rick Ross

[Intro]
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Fish tanks and marble floors, livin' big and bad
Niggas laugh until they hit with my official jab
Crack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad
Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve had
Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag?
You a worker wantin' to chart, don’t make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys in his Louis V's?
Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you bitches bleed
Feel the pain or just describe where you really ride
Either you niggas gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G or give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab
Double R's spread through the yard, and I swear to God

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Pop a Perc’ for the feel, go and count me a mil’
Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin’ directly
If we keepin' it gangster, when you see me, you check me