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I want a champagne mix
Million-dollar mansion
And some baddie chicks
Hundred thousand dollar watch
And another 100 in bricks
No more problems with the cops
A good neighborhood for the kids
One day buy myself a yacht or a boat when they call me goat
Have a 100 different baddies in line just to gimme throat
Do they like me 'cause I rhyme, 'cause they didn't when I was broke
Young nigga from the big city trenches he still got hope
One day, he'll be the biggest, gun be proud of what he wrote
Feeling faded off the wine, then he finish it with the smoke
Wrote another perfect rhyme so he celebrate with a toke
Rich kids on the block start a click and get into coke
But
He
Want a champagne mix
Million-dollar mansion
And some baddie chicks
Hundred thousand dollar watch
And another 100 in bricks
No more problems with the cops
A good neighborhood for the kids
Cool kids bad in school, but they come from the hardest home
Class clown wear a frown, he the hardest soul of em all
City girls like curls, and a guy at least 6 feet tall
Or the money in his pockets, and all the trips to the mall
They keep saying chivalry ain't dead, but it's been dead for long
Say the nice guy wins, but we all know that shit is wrong
Turn this city kid, into something considered strong
Lover boy up on a mission to write up a perfect song
So i, Know why
I won't feel the cold, I'm cold-blooded
So why, won't I
Feel the cold, I'm cold-blooded
I want a champagne mix
Million-dollar mansion
And some baddie chicks
Hundred thousand dollar watch
And another 100 in bricks
No more problems with the cops
A good neighborhood for the kids
One day buy myself a yacht or a boat when they call me goat
Have a 100 different baddies in line just to gimme throat
Do they like me 'cause I rhyme, 'cause they didn't when I was broke
Young nigga from the big city trenches he still got hope
One day, he'll be the biggest, gun be proud of what he wrote
Feeling faded off the wine, then he finish it with the smoke
Wrote another perfect rhyme so he celebrate with a toke
Rich kids on the block start a click and get into coke
But
He
Want a champagne mix
Million-dollar mansion
And some baddie chicks
100 thousand dollar watch
And another 100 in bricks
No more problems with the cops
A good neighborhood for the kids
Cool kids bad in school, but they come from the hardest home
Class clown wear a frown, he the hardest soul of em all
City girls like curls, and a guy at least six feet tall
Or the money in his pockets, and all the trips to the mall
They keep saying chivalry ain't dead, but it's been dead for long
Say the nice guy wins, but we all know that shit is wrong
Turn this city kid, into something considered strong
Lover boy up on a mission to write up a perfect song

Written by:
Nick Nagy

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