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Nines - Champagne Problems Lyrics



Nines - Champagne Problems Lyrics
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[ Featuring Skrapz ]

It's a joke ting to be honest, I'm pissed
Cah obviously that's a bro
But at the same time
He's done what he's needed to do and-
Uh (Zino Records)

She's in love with a G so she f*ckin' for free
That table's double the fee, that ain't money to me
I spent hours weighin' up white
Old head said I ain't worked a hard day in my life (get the f*ck out)
Copped my guy a chain and a whip
Signed to Zino Records and it came with a brick (and a scale)
My wardrobes all designer
And my re-up's lookin' like the Great Wall of China
Spent years on the strip that only made me smart
My chick's lady parts look like a state of art (that's my bitch)
Remember me and Jazz only had a brick
Used to have to split a box like a magic trick
We don't play
I shoot a bitch in the tits tryna set me up like Liyah Mai
I write a sixteen when I'm bored
Only rap nigga that's a drug lord
It's Nines

Now I got champagne problems
I was dead broke, but look at me now
Champagne problems
Always knew id be rich it just took me a while
Champagne problems
Might announce a tour ain't been booked in a while
Champagne problems
Got a portable stove, I'll cook it up now

Boom
I'm reasonin' with my accountant about my company's taxes and VAT
I came a long way from enterin' my plea
I'm an asset now I can't afford a liability
I make a plan then, I make a move
I ain't new to this money I got shoeboxes
What your niggas makin' gross profit, that's my net profit
And that ting you call your girlfriend I get necked off it
Cuban links with baguettes on it and Patek
F*ck a bitch and then I f*ck another bitch, I got the reps
I can get you anything you need to get, I got connects
Me and Nina run the city, f*ck Sadiq and the elections
Glocks with extensions, revolvers with black rubber grips
I'm a rapper but I'm still with the shit
Pop the cork on the Spades, pour some out for the niggas that I missed
And drink straight out the bottle, f*ck a sip

Like if they're callin' this a game, you can say that he's conquered it
There ain't nothin' that he ain't done
You feel me, so sometimes you just gotta bow out gracefully
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It's a joke ting to be honest, I'm pissed
Cah obviously that's a bro
But at the same time
He's done what he's needed to do and-
Uh (Zino Records)

She's in love with a G so she f*ckin' for free
That table's double the fee, that ain't money to me
I spent hours weighin' up white
Old head said I ain't worked a hard day in my life (get the f*ck out)
Copped my guy a chain and a whip
Signed to Zino Records and it came with a brick (and a scale)
My wardrobes all designer
And my re-up's lookin' like the Great Wall of China
Spent years on the strip that only made me smart
My chick's lady parts look like a state of art (that's my bitch)
Remember me and Jazz only had a brick
Used to have to split a box like a magic trick
We don't play
I shoot a bitch in the tits tryna set me up like Liyah Mai
I write a sixteen when I'm bored
Only rap nigga that's a drug lord
It's Nines

Now I got champagne problems
I was dead broke, but look at me now
Champagne problems
Always knew id be rich it just took me a while
Champagne problems
Might announce a tour ain't been booked in a while
Champagne problems
Got a portable stove, I'll cook it up now

Boom
I'm reasonin' with my accountant about my company's taxes and VAT
I came a long way from enterin' my plea
I'm an asset now I can't afford a liability
I make a plan then, I make a move
I ain't new to this money I got shoeboxes
What your niggas makin' gross profit, that's my net profit
And that ting you call your girlfriend I get necked off it
Cuban links with baguettes on it and Patek
F*ck a bitch and then I f*ck another bitch, I got the reps
I can get you anything you need to get, I got connects
Me and Nina run the city, f*ck Sadiq and the elections
Glocks with extensions, revolvers with black rubber grips
I'm a rapper but I'm still with the shit
Pop the cork on the Spades, pour some out for the niggas that I missed
And drink straight out the bottle, f*ck a sip

Like if they're callin' this a game, you can say that he's conquered it
There ain't nothin' that he ain't done
You feel me, so sometimes you just gotta bow out gracefully
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Writer: Jacob Mansion, Courtney Freckleton, SHOW N PROVE, Christopher David Kyei
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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