Champagne Wishes - Max B, A$AP Ferg, Paul Couture

Caviar dreams

Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean

All my niggas winning, this is our team

Millions in drug money, the music is all clean

EMG going public, this is all me

See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen

Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream

757, G550, Ghost dreams

Riding in my Cadi', it’s a quarter million

Gotta kit it up, computers is on the ceiling

Oh what a feeling, drug dealing

Catch a case, go to trial

If niggas blow, we appealing

Grew up surrounded by violence, money piling

100K in the Louis store, I don’t do a stylist

I’m a nigga that innovate, nigga that generate

Chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate

That’s a dirty birdy, that’s a dinner plate

Mama’s good Tupperware

It’s time for some supper, dear

Back in Miss Lyle’s crib I would love it there

Brittany wanted the chocolate, she tell me to fuck her bare

A nigga that’s from the jungle, chuck a spare

Light a blunt, chug a beer

Got the bucket of snare

Damn this shit was a sure profession

Patience and slow progressions

Open your heart receive

My nigga don’t blow your blessings

Champagne wishes, caviar dreams

Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean

All my niggas winning, this is our team

Millions in drug money, the music is all clean

EMG going public, this is all me

See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen

Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream

757, G550, Ghost dreams

Daddy had the Benz Wagon

Daddy had Bernice Burgos 'fore she had the wagon

Pardon me for bragging

Now I’m going platinum like Sysqo with the dragon

Wavy like Max with the B, be sagging

Or wavy like my head when you see the silky flapping

Big waves like Katrina when the water crashed in (All right)

They all wanna copy the wave

Kids mosh pit in durags while I rock on the stage

Nike boots and Marmots like it’s a Harlem parade

I’m in a jungle, I mean what more can I say?

Antwon had the lion right in the PJs

I mean damn, cops put us in the cage like we some animals

But I’m still in love with this place

Harlem world I think we need some prayers from Preacher Ma$e

Out in France with designers just increasing my taste

All the champagne spilling keep the crease from my face

Champagne wishes, caviar dreams

Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean

All my niggas winning, this is our team

Millions in drug money, the music is all clean

EMG going public, this is all me

See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen

Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream

757, G550, Ghost dreams