Elite, elite, elite
It's me and you, baby
Uh
Come f*ck with a boss and cut your losses
It's up to you if you wanna take the offer
So step inside my office
And let's chop it up to the point our clothes off us
I'm charged up like a USB-C
Back in '09, I had USC dreams
To be the next Bush or DeMar DeRozan
But those weren't the cards that chose him
Instead, I'm aligned with fly shit cars and clothes
And the bars and flows are worth a bar of gold, bitch
So tap in with Kazie Man le Fleur
And go head and leave your man who was hardly ever there
And I know such a pity me and Pretty Kartier
Here to give that old feel, soul feel, when we share this art shit
And being so open bout the hardships
And still remain flyer than a starship (F-F-Flyer than a starship, nigga)
So put your number in my phone
So I can call and talk to you while I'm on the way home (While I'm on the way home)
Invite you to my place, champagne to the dome
No patron, man, you know that I'm grown (F*ck outta here)
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Nah, Kazie, I'ma let that last line slide
I'm Barti Patron
Champagne convos, I like to have them alone
Two Prosecco's for the bitch, I'm on that Dom Perignon
I ain't even gotta question, when I'm ready, she gone
Six acres in the sticks, but city views run up my commas
Champagne spilling in my motherf*cking Honda
It feel too good to go give dollars to my mama
Always fly with a bomb bitch, I'm Osama
F*ck what niggas saying, cause niggas ain't saying shit
It is what it is, boy, I'm fly as it get
On G block in a big G body
26 inch, Forgi's tell them niggas see bout me
Bad supermodel and I took her out of Clay-Co
Put my team on, everybody get a bankroll
Cliquot in my glass, flutes, oh you wanna set the mood?
Well, nigga, put on Langston Blues
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Uh
Kazie and Kartier
Champagne Convos
Yeah
Kazie - Champagne Convos (feat. Pretty Kartier) Lyrics
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Elite, elite, elite
It's me and you, baby
Uh
Come f*ck with a boss and cut your losses
It's up to you if you wanna take the offer
So step inside my office
And let's chop it up to the point our clothes off us
I'm charged up like a USB-C
Back in '09, I had USC dreams
To be the next Bush or DeMar DeRozan
But those weren't the cards that chose him
Instead, I'm aligned with fly shit cars and clothes
And the bars and flows are worth a bar of gold, bitch
So tap in with Kazie Man le Fleur
And go head and leave your man who was hardly ever there
And I know such a pity me and Pretty Kartier
Here to give that old feel, soul feel, when we share this art shit
And being so open bout the hardships
And still remain flyer than a starship (F-F-Flyer than a starship, nigga)
So put your number in my phone
So I can call and talk to you while I'm on the way home (While I'm on the way home)
Invite you to my place, champagne to the dome
No patron, man, you know that I'm grown (F*ck outta here)
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Nah, Kazie, I'ma let that last line slide
I'm Barti Patron
Champagne convos, I like to have them alone
Two Prosecco's for the bitch, I'm on that Dom Perignon
I ain't even gotta question, when I'm ready, she gone
Six acres in the sticks, but city views run up my commas
Champagne spilling in my motherf*cking Honda
It feel too good to go give dollars to my mama
Always fly with a bomb bitch, I'm Osama
F*ck what niggas saying, cause niggas ain't saying shit
It is what it is, boy, I'm fly as it get
On G block in a big G body
26 inch, Forgi's tell them niggas see bout me
Bad supermodel and I took her out of Clay-Co
Put my team on, everybody get a bankroll
Cliquot in my glass, flutes, oh you wanna set the mood?
Well, nigga, put on Langston Blues
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Uh
Kazie and Kartier
Champagne Convos
Yeah
It's me and you, baby
Uh
Come f*ck with a boss and cut your losses
It's up to you if you wanna take the offer
So step inside my office
And let's chop it up to the point our clothes off us
I'm charged up like a USB-C
Back in '09, I had USC dreams
To be the next Bush or DeMar DeRozan
But those weren't the cards that chose him
Instead, I'm aligned with fly shit cars and clothes
And the bars and flows are worth a bar of gold, bitch
So tap in with Kazie Man le Fleur
And go head and leave your man who was hardly ever there
And I know such a pity me and Pretty Kartier
Here to give that old feel, soul feel, when we share this art shit
And being so open bout the hardships
And still remain flyer than a starship (F-F-Flyer than a starship, nigga)
So put your number in my phone
So I can call and talk to you while I'm on the way home (While I'm on the way home)
Invite you to my place, champagne to the dome
No patron, man, you know that I'm grown (F*ck outta here)
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Nah, Kazie, I'ma let that last line slide
I'm Barti Patron
Champagne convos, I like to have them alone
Two Prosecco's for the bitch, I'm on that Dom Perignon
I ain't even gotta question, when I'm ready, she gone
Six acres in the sticks, but city views run up my commas
Champagne spilling in my motherf*cking Honda
It feel too good to go give dollars to my mama
Always fly with a bomb bitch, I'm Osama
F*ck what niggas saying, cause niggas ain't saying shit
It is what it is, boy, I'm fly as it get
On G block in a big G body
26 inch, Forgi's tell them niggas see bout me
Bad supermodel and I took her out of Clay-Co
Put my team on, everybody get a bankroll
Cliquot in my glass, flutes, oh you wanna set the mood?
Well, nigga, put on Langston Blues
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Champagne Convos
I just want to kick it also
Sip champagne while you kick it with me
Uh
Kazie and Kartier
Champagne Convos
Yeah
Writer: Kaelen Mitchell, Kaydra Duckett
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