Champagne Wishes Lyrics
| Song | Champagne Wishes |
| Artist | South Central Cartel |
| Album | All Day Everyday |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm high-class, wife got the mink and [?] | |
| I'm drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold | |
| Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it's | |
| Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this | |
| Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang | |
| Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame | |
| Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches | |
| Penetration's what they get, ass stitches | |
| A stretch-limo on the all-gold Daytons | |
| Playa-hatin me is like hangin out with Satan | |
| I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady | |
| And it's a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately | |
| I own a mansion, I'm stackin chips | |
| I'm eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips | |
| '95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent | |
| In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent | |
| [CHORUS: L.V.] | |
| This is the life that I want to live | |
| Can't let nobody stop me | |
| Dom Perrignon, a little Alizé | |
| It's gon' be on, can't you see? | |
| Ladies on the left, ladies on the right | |
| This game is so exciting | |
| But it's to be sold and not to be told | |
| So grab your cabbage, homie | |
| [VERSE 2: Prode'je] | |
| I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous | |
| Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus | |
| A black urban as I bounce in my suburban | |
| Lookin superb off o-x and I'm swervin | |
| So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck | |
| I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack | |
| The '86 Lac in the back | |
| The sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch [?] | |
| And I dare you to try to get with this | |
| I take baths in Moët and dry off with $1000 bills | |
| Still I invest in the hood | |
| Performin c's on the block | |
| Make the homies clock a knot | |
| And it don't stop | |
| My lifestyle's not petty, I rock steady | |
| Paid in full to get the pull | |
| And I should buy up the whole hood | |
| Then we could live lavish with the cabbage | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son] | |
| I flew overseas just so I could see | |
| Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy | |
| And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain | |
| But things changed, now I'm the million dollar mane | |
| [Prode'je] | |
| Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g's in the pocket | |
| Jump out the 454 and I locks it | |
| Eye-sockets upon my pocket | |
| Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it | |
| [Rhime Son] | |
| I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black Impala | |
| And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one | |
| 1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear | |
| With caviar dreams in yo ear | |
| [Prode'je] | |
| And I hear all the rumours that's bein spreaded | |
| About where we headed and who we goes to bed with | |
| Even though I'm livin this million dollar life | |
| You better think twice before you get sliced | |
| [CHORUS] |
| I' m highclass, wife got the mink and ? | |
| I' m drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold | |
| Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it' s | |
| Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this | |
| Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang | |
| Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame | |
| Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches | |
| Penetration' s what they get, ass stitches | |
| A stretchlimo on the allgold Daytons | |
| Playahatin me is like hangin out with Satan | |
| I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady | |
| And it' s a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately | |
| I own a mansion, I' m stackin chips | |
| I' m eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips | |
| ' 95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent | |
| In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heavensent | |
| CHORUS: L. V. | |
| This is the life that I want to live | |
| Can' t let nobody stop me | |
| Dom Perrignon, a little Alize | |
| It' s gon' be on, can' t you see? | |
| Ladies on the left, ladies on the right | |
| This game is so exciting | |
| But it' s to be sold and not to be told | |
| So grab your cabbage, homie | |
| VERSE 2: Prode' je | |
| I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous | |
| Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus | |
| A black urban as I bounce in my suburban | |
| Lookin superb off ox and I' m swervin | |
| So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck | |
| I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack | |
| The ' 86 Lac in the back | |
| The sanitary white Lexo 17 inch ? | |
| And I dare you to try to get with this | |
| I take baths in Mo t and dry off with 1000 bills | |
| Still I invest in the hood | |
| Performin c' s on the block | |
| Make the homies clock a knot | |
| And it don' t stop | |
| My lifestyle' s not petty, I rock steady | |
| Paid in full to get the pull | |
| And I should buy up the whole hood | |
| Then we could live lavish with the cabbage | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son | |
| I flew overseas just so I could see | |
| Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy | |
| And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain | |
| But things changed, now I' m the million dollar mane | |
| Prode' je | |
| Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g' s in the pocket | |
| Jump out the 454 and I locks it | |
| Eyesockets upon my pocket | |
| Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it | |
| Rhime Son | |
| I Rhime Son rollin a cherryblack Impala | |
| And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one | |
| 1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear | |
| With caviar dreams in yo ear | |
| Prode' je | |
| And I hear all the rumours that' s bein spreaded | |
| About where we headed and who we goes to bed with | |
| Even though I' m livin this million dollar life | |
| You better think twice before you get sliced | |
| CHORUS |
| I' m highclass, wife got the mink and ? | |
| I' m drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold | |
| Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it' s | |
| Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this | |
| Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang | |
| Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame | |
| Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches | |
| Penetration' s what they get, ass stitches | |
| A stretchlimo on the allgold Daytons | |
| Playahatin me is like hangin out with Satan | |
| I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady | |
| And it' s a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately | |
| I own a mansion, I' m stackin chips | |
| I' m eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips | |
| ' 95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent | |
| In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heavensent | |
| CHORUS: L. V. | |
| This is the life that I want to live | |
| Can' t let nobody stop me | |
| Dom Perrignon, a little Alizé | |
| It' s gon' be on, can' t you see? | |
| Ladies on the left, ladies on the right | |
| This game is so exciting | |
| But it' s to be sold and not to be told | |
| So grab your cabbage, homie | |
| VERSE 2: Prode' je | |
| I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous | |
| Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus | |
| A black urban as I bounce in my suburban | |
| Lookin superb off ox and I' m swervin | |
| So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck | |
| I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack | |
| The ' 86 Lac in the back | |
| The sanitary white Lexo 17 inch ? | |
| And I dare you to try to get with this | |
| I take baths in Mo t and dry off with 1000 bills | |
| Still I invest in the hood | |
| Performin c' s on the block | |
| Make the homies clock a knot | |
| And it don' t stop | |
| My lifestyle' s not petty, I rock steady | |
| Paid in full to get the pull | |
| And I should buy up the whole hood | |
| Then we could live lavish with the cabbage | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son | |
| I flew overseas just so I could see | |
| Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy | |
| And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain | |
| But things changed, now I' m the million dollar mane | |
| Prode' je | |
| Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g' s in the pocket | |
| Jump out the 454 and I locks it | |
| Eyesockets upon my pocket | |
| Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it | |
| Rhime Son | |
| I Rhime Son rollin a cherryblack Impala | |
| And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one | |
| 1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear | |
| With caviar dreams in yo ear | |
| Prode' je | |
| And I hear all the rumours that' s bein spreaded | |
| About where we headed and who we goes to bed with | |
| Even though I' m livin this million dollar life | |
| You better think twice before you get sliced | |
| CHORUS |
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