Champagne & Condoms

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Cush Wallace

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Baby hold my stash
In that Birkin bag
Taking trip after trip
I can feel the jet lag
Going drip after drip
I can't help but laugh
Taking hit after hit
Quit asking questions about my past
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
Cuz these n***** out here tripping
And for business
They would kill
Anybody they don't know
My home is a stove top
Got women in and out my room
Like it's a Co-Op

I remember sleeping on my homie couch
Reminiscing when a n**** ain't have a home
Now every dollar that I'm seeing
Gets stuffed into my jeans
Got my skinnies looking like a calzone
Old flings I had checking for my email
Because when they hit my line all they gets a dial tone
And any rappers from my city
Gaining leverage in my city
Understand where they got they whole style from
It's more apparent how I'm all about this rap shit
Since my parents kicked me out cuz this rap shit
But when I hit the ATM
I don't never see friends
And that's word to how low a n**** cash get
Like a casket
I been working this hard
So my name you ain't ever gotta ask it
Cush
This ain't the Matthew that you n***** knew at all
Matter fact this ain't the Matthew that you n***** knew before
Dating girls from Pali to Mo Val High
Women try and split the team but the morale high
They be all sweet like oat meal pie
But I never say I love 'em because I don't tell lies
Spit so filthy like pork in my diet still
I plead the fifth
I don't listen to these liars squeal
Light from above, every verse got that pious feel
Once I got the game in the bag
I'm a tie it sealed

Baby hold my stash
In that Birkin bag
Taking trip after trip
I can feel the jet lag
Going drip after drip
I can't help but laugh
Taking hit after hit
Quit asking questions about my past
You better chill
You better chill
You better chill
Cuz these n***** out here tripping
And for business
They would kill
Anybody they don't know
And my home
Is a stove top
Got women in and out my room
Like it's a Co-Op

Champagne and condoms
Get me some champagne and condoms
(Champagne and condoms)
I need some Champagne and condoms
(Champagne and condoms)
Champagne and condoms
Champagne and condoms
(Aw y'all)
Champagne and condoms
(Champagne and condoms)
Get me some champagne and condoms
Champagne and condoms
Champagne and condoms
Champagne and condoms
(All y'all, yeah)

Woke up like it's time to get richer
Cooking up new shit like I'm in the kitchen
Ya girl role playin like she in an audition
First she gave me head
Then I f***** in her the bed
Finger on that spot boy, I ain't playing twister
Made her a** c** a couple times in a row
C*** to tail
I Kamikaze these h***
(Uh)
I must've drank too much, liquor in my system
Got me saying too much
Rappers that I know
Throw me hate from the side
Guess that all means
They ain't playing too much
Told some women, I don't mind if they tricking
Those same n***** out here be paying too much
You could make a killing off stripping 
Just wanna see you smile if that ain't too much

And her bills paid
(Yup)
Working two jobs leave real late
(Alright)
Not engaged anymore so she still date
Wanna stay with me
Tell me how these pills taste
Got yellow blue red
Green for the pain
After this you'll never see me the same
(See me the same)
Let me hit in one night
(Aw, yeah)
And never see me again
(Alright, Alright)

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