Verse 1
Me and this rap shit go way back
Like cornrows and hang time
Tryna get this money
And make it rain like its Spring time
Niggas still hating online
See me, won’t say it
Ain't fucking with lyrically, I take this seriously
Little bitch
Big dog, don’t make me come up off this leash
In world full of chickens nigga you don’t want that beef
Always got me on rotation
Niggas undercover fans
Always keep these niggas hating
Imma do it cause I can
Got champagne bottles
We party into the night
Got champagne bottles
Full throttle, we living life
Got champagne bottles
I’m tore it, feeling amazing
We blessed and highly favored
Cash money, call me Baby
Pre Chorus
I use to be the type
To let my fears get the best of me
Well now, I’m too busy on my grind
Shit, I use to doubt myself
Cause of everybody else
Now they watching
Only thing that’s on my mind is
Chorus
Let em hate
Let em hate
While them niggas hate
We elevate, elevate
Another victory
Lets celebrate, celebrate
Champagne
They said we never would
Through it all we overcame
Verse 2
Be careful what you wish for
You fucking with a big shark
Still swimming in your fish bowl
Play the game is simple
You talk a lot of shit
I pop up on niggas like pimples
You talk a lot of shit
Gon problems deeper than dimples
You don’t understand
And that’s the right hand on the Bible
Killing niggas so softly like Lauryn
They suicidal
Shit, I’m on a mission
Everyday out here I’m handling business
We doing it for the culture
They steal just it like a vulture
I play the game to win
I beat these niggas like percussions
I play the game to win
Got temptations like David Ruffin
I celebrate these victories
Toasted up in a glass
Ain't worried bout these hater
Tell them bitches kiss my ass
Bridge
Cause I been talked about, lied on
Niggas think they know me
Started from the bottom
Cut the check, pay what you owe me
Von Tae that nigga
Give a fuck bout what you hoes see
Sick of being modest, being honest
That’s the old me
Pre Chorus
I use to be the type
To let my fears get the best of me
Well now, I’m too busy on my grind
Shit, I use to doubt myself
Cause of everybody else
Now they watching
Only thing that’s on my mind is
Chorus
Let em hate
Let em hate
While them niggas hate
We elevate, elevate
Another victory
Lets celebrate, celebrate
Champagne
They said we never would
Through it all we overcame
Me and this rap shit go way back
Like cornrows and hang time
Tryna get this money
And make it rain like its Spring time
Niggas still hating online
See me, won’t say it
Ain't fucking with lyrically, I take this seriously
Little bitch
Big dog, don’t make me come up off this leash
In world full of chickens nigga you don’t want that beef
Always got me on rotation
Niggas undercover fans
Always keep these niggas hating
Imma do it cause I can
Got champagne bottles
We party into the night
Got champagne bottles
Full throttle, we living life
Got champagne bottles
I’m tore it, feeling amazing
We blessed and highly favored
Cash money, call me Baby
Pre Chorus
I use to be the type
To let my fears get the best of me
Well now, I’m too busy on my grind
Shit, I use to doubt myself
Cause of everybody else
Now they watching
Only thing that’s on my mind is
Chorus
Let em hate
Let em hate
While them niggas hate
We elevate, elevate
Another victory
Lets celebrate, celebrate
Champagne
They said we never would
Through it all we overcame
Verse 2
Be careful what you wish for
You fucking with a big shark
Still swimming in your fish bowl
Play the game is simple
You talk a lot of shit
I pop up on niggas like pimples
You talk a lot of shit
Gon problems deeper than dimples
You don’t understand
And that’s the right hand on the Bible
Killing niggas so softly like Lauryn
They suicidal
Shit, I’m on a mission
Everyday out here I’m handling business
We doing it for the culture
They steal just it like a vulture
I play the game to win
I beat these niggas like percussions
I play the game to win
Got temptations like David Ruffin
I celebrate these victories
Toasted up in a glass
Ain't worried bout these hater
Tell them bitches kiss my ass
Bridge
Cause I been talked about, lied on
Niggas think they know me
Started from the bottom
Cut the check, pay what you owe me
Von Tae that nigga
Give a fuck bout what you hoes see
Sick of being modest, being honest
That’s the old me
Pre Chorus
I use to be the type
To let my fears get the best of me
Well now, I’m too busy on my grind
Shit, I use to doubt myself
Cause of everybody else
Now they watching
Only thing that’s on my mind is
Chorus
Let em hate
Let em hate
While them niggas hate
We elevate, elevate
Another victory
Lets celebrate, celebrate
Champagne
They said we never would
Through it all we overcame
( Von Tae )
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