Joey Fatts - Champagne Reign lyrics

[Intro] Smoking on the joint Wanna tell my dog Joey Fatts thanks Uh, the windshield wiper blades Need to be changed, in my 600, soon But we still driving through this monsoon As Vish on the wheel, I'm in the pa**enger Twisting that k** Bill sh** louder than a Dr. Dre Beats, pill Phone to my ear, hold it there with my shoulder Homie I could move a boulder from a Boost mobile Roddy showed me how to do it when he came through the crib I got that beat from Fatts He played it for 5 seconds, I stopped him and told him Damn homie, I gotsa have this b**h When you listen, hope you envision a cla**ic whip With a cla**ic tight, low key, nasty b**h Rollin' like the Few Chosen Diamonds and golden ornaments hanging from my neck They compliment my clothing Don't trip off how I dress, watch your motherf**in' step This the mother f**in' Jets, s**as look up to the (set) Big a** tables in my crib We be eating and having meetings in here On increasing this year's production of Audio Dope Pumping it out, before they know they want mo' Ain't nobody stepping on it, this sh** as new as the morning bro They sleeping on a n***a, I was on the bus touring Two homes and four Rolexes later they waking up to him Now viewing this in pursuit of my coupe But this just music Street distribution tactics They getting high off it and high to it I'm backing out the garage in the RR Just how I said I would, and I did Thought about it since I was a kid Now I live it out, smoking big k**er Listening to Biggie Smalls in my big a** house n**uhhh