Red Cafe - Champagne For The Pain Lyrics
[Hook]Champagne for the painI’ve been blowin’ all this money, tell the niggas keep the changeI got girls doing girlsI’m a real mother*****erReal niggas run the world hahEverybody *****in’ tonightEverybody *****in’ tonightI got girls doing girlsI’m a real mother*****erReal niggas run the world hah[Verse 1]Dear God, I’m a baller***** a pretty girl, I don’t call ‘erSmokin’ good, livin’ mother*****in’ greatMe and my word are raw, and my liquor no chase***** straight up, straight up lookI’ve just got my weight upSo when ‘er bussin’ for me she don’t tell me wait upWe smokin’ exotic, we stackin’ this profitWe runnin’ the streets, getting paper, be the topicsThis the hood niggaWhy they judging me?Hatin’ on me but the real niggas ***** with meMy lady said she don’t want no money, just timeBullshit, my lawyer showed me money ‘bout timeI’ve been on the grind, paperflippin’ acrobatic***** with bad boy, made sense mathematicHold up, I just seen a dealer in the mirrorShorty pull your titties out for a belly dance nigga[Hook]Champagne for the painI’ve been blowin’ all this money, tell the niggas keep the changeI got girls doing girlsI’m a real mother*****erReal niggas run the world hahEverybody *****in’ tonightEverybody *****in’ tonightI got girls doing girlsI’m a real mother*****erReal niggas run the world hah[Verse 2]I say now real niggas run the world, real hustlers run the girlShe rockin’ tequila all night til I ***** it upTwirl the parkin’ lot, why you screaming? It’s the *****in’ worldWorked out with them bricks, damn right, you know we like the cupShort day, long nights, purr my baby long timeI be in the coupe, so much he sweatin’ for those old stripesMake them boys stay the night, you could call it slumber partyCould be over any day, every night I’mma partyEvery night I went so hard I almost died I swear to GodThese niggas hood passing, checking out, yea I swear they frozePull up in that Mazzy, have mercy on them *****esKeep a bottle water funny thirsty as *****esAll bullshit aside I used to hustle on the goFrom the Bentley for the pantyhouse and guess who is the ownerThese hatin’ ass niggas say something ‘bout nothingChampagne for the pain tonight everybody *****in’[Hook]Champagne for the painI’ve been blowin’ all this money, tell the niggas keep the changeI got girls doing girlsI’m a real mother*****erReal niggas run the world hahEverybody *****in’ tonightEverybody *****in’ tonightI got girls doing girlsI’m a real mother*****erReal niggas run the world hahStraight up, straight up...
