Jid Champagne Music Lyrics

[Intro: Leslie Wright]
I don't think the summer ready for this one
Put the seat back, let the windows down
Ride out, champagne music

[Chorus: JID]
Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing
I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses
Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses
Champagne Music
Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing
I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses
Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses
Champagne Music

[Verse 1: JID]
Give me a round of applause, it's all in the wrist
A couple of years too, and you'll ball like this
I'm all like, kiss the diamonds on my dick
Either way you pussies envy, 'cause I ball like swish
And she all like (she all like), and we all like shit
With her funny talking ass, my little D.C. bitch
But little pretty girls in here like Wale in this bitch
But little Jiddy came through, with the A in this bitch
So you already know boy
The flow is nasty like chlamydia and the cold saw
I fuck with Earthgang, reside in the zone for
But I'm an East side nigga, we use the chroma
I'm at your dome like Shae's because you're fade
I'm shady because they hated
But at the end of the day, I knew I would fake and make it
They came around with the crown
And I knew I would fucking take it
Like twelve year old ass and a forty year old rapist

[Chorus: JID]
Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing
I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses
Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses
Champagne Music
Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing
I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses
Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses
Champagne Music

[Verse 2: JID]
I told the world I'm coming, so tighten up like a boa constrictor
I'm making my rap homicide, and you were the victim
The first forty-eight, I put two in the witnesses
And the same happen to you, if you happen to witness
I'm on this track like (track like) yeah I'm deeper or something
And I do give a damn, like a beaver or something
Wait, 'cause I ain't fronting
This money and weed that make sure that a nigga function
This is real talk, do away with all assumptions
Baby I'm the best, from Atlanta to Jumanji
Ask Robin Williams, your uncle or your auntie
Cole in the junky, chunky, either way I'm getting money (Uh)
Money make her come, money make me chase it
So if you get in the way, you can get a
Like potato that is baked with a steak
Or gourmet made sandwiches on a plate
Is your stomach growling over there? It's not mine, I just ate
I'm fly so I hate tattoos, I'm 5'8"
I'm straight, go nuts like cashew
I just smoked a purp and I don't want to have to whack you
Niggas be acting childish, I don't want to have crack you
The one who have to pack two kisses
So I can whack two niggas
It's champagne music, what the fuck am I doing
You niggas all getting burned, so who the fuck am I screwing
I really do this, I really do this
I told you, it's champagne music

[Interlude: Leslie Wright]
Get the waiter
Get the mo' weight Dom Perignon or Ace of Spades
Ha, don't forget the spot is at the top, you dig
Champagne Music

[Chorus: JID]
Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing
I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses
Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses
Champagne Music
Lights flashing, paparazzi pulls up with the camera flashing
I must be the next shit, Kardashian asses
Sweet ass cheeks, Yves Saint Laurent glasses
Champagne Music