Lord D'andre - Champagne (feat. Quacino Ca$h)

I can't even taste the shit I'm drinking on
How am I up? I don't even know. I'm barely hanging on
I can't even tell what's really right or wrong
At this point, I'm just in my zone

I can vibe all alone, I don't need no help
I don't need nobody else, I'll count these racks all by myself
Lethal weapon on me like my name was Danny Glover
I would hate to have to put you under (Oh No)
A real nigga once told me something I can't even say
It wouldn't matter to you anyway, cause you can't even relate
I remember those days I was lost tryna' make a way
Now I'm paid, and this calls for a toast so

Pour the champagne

Diamond pinky ring nigga
I look like a lick
Dripping like some ice cream nigga
Flashy like a pic
I get more head than a Pick
No Corona, I'm so sick
I bossed up and went legit
Now I'm Lit
Middle finger to the system
Fuck you and who coming with you
My name Lord, they think I'm spiritual
They think I'm doing rituals
I got this money now, and it's a miracle
And this calls for a toast so
Pour the Champagne

Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne
Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne

I can't even taste the shit I'm drinking on
How am I up? I don't even know. I'm barely hanging on
I can't even tell what's really right or wrong
At this point, I'm just in my zone
I can vibe all alone, I don't need no help
I don't need nobody else, I'll count these racks all by myself
I remember being stuck, now all my niggas up
And this calls for a toast so
Pour the Champagne

Pour it up, Pour it up, Let's get litty
Gotta watch my surroundings, I can't get drunk and pissy
It goes down on the brown, she gone get more than tipsy
But the shit that's in my cup, you gotta sippy sippy
'Drank in me
Fetty Wap sipping. Say she want the Remy
I been gone off the Crown and the Henny
You don't need your hands just to feel me
Do you feel me?
Pop a Xanny, I'm going to Xan Land
Xiii 'Cino Ca$h, he the Xan man
Rubber band man. I drop a band, man
And she know I do it better than the last can
Your Ex nigga. He trash can

I can't even taste the shit I'm drinking on
How am I up? I don't even know. I'm barely hanging on
I can't even tell what's really right or wrong
At this point, I'm just in my zone

Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne
Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne

Written by:
JAMES L. WILLIAMS, MARSHALL JONES, LEROY BONNER, CLARENCE SATCHELL, WILLIE BECK, MARVIN PIERCE, RALPH MIDDLEBROOKS, CHERYL JAMES, SANDRA "PEPA" DENTON

Publisher:
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