Champagne (Ohh Baby) - Jerreau

Yea

That’s just the shit that we do

Just the shit that we do

Is you wit it, is you wit it or not?

Uh

Probably not

One of my niggas got Beamer

Damn, all of my niggas Benz

I still need me a new Beamer, E30 stunt wit my friends

Let it all work out I’m a flex, I ain’t been in no body’s gym

I live and work in myspace

When you gon come out and play?

What neighborhood kids say

You should see where I stay

You should come to LA

She need to see how I live, you should just pull up and chill

Really be keeping it real

Best secret, I never tell

I need to make me some dough

Pay me for all my ideas, to the order of Bankreau

That MF, with the shits — he really is (un)

Art on my walls

I need work on call

Need you to tell me you love me and show and all

I need consenting adults, who’s up when I call

Who know why I called and down for the cause (uh)

I know you know why I called

Need cause on my walls, floating stair cases and all

In door, out door living space — floor to ceiling windows

Need private estates.

My very own Xscape (escape)

Sing to me 'who can I run to' tell me it be ok (un)

Stack for a Wraith, save for a rainy day

But that’s far and few between, now that I’m out in LA

Look, this shit is Summer league, I need bottles to pop

I need curfew, I never make it home before dark

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch

We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump

Yup, that’s just the shit that we do

Yup, that’s just the shit that we do

Turn radio off, but we still gone pop

Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop

Is you wit it or not?

Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

Nah, we don’t go out like we did before

We take the music, women and drinks, where ever we go

AirBnb a house, check cell phones at the doe'

Cause they can’t live in the moment, shit you know how that go

They be textin' me and shit but we don’t kick it no mo'

You never know who she really is 'till you say no

Younce like, I ain’t never said yes

Janet, that’s just the way love goes

Yo

Got groupies in a Uber lapped up, they can get it too

Her friends don’t even know that I rap, they just think I’m cool

Cool, till they start blockin' on you

She sober, and an adult, shit let her choose

One won’t do, two is not enough

Win by two, that’s old school (un)

This new school, like when your family moved (un)

I had her at the crib like after school

Then she came first like after you (un)

Ended up at 1Oak after Avenue

I came a long way from Livingston Avenue

Music ain’t the half that I do

I do the math then go in half with you

Yea, look

Can’t wait on no nigga, that’s how you get left behind

Why wait?

When you the one that gave these niggas a ride

Fully loaded AP, it’s almost that time

Runnin' for Rolex president, take time

I look around at all these women, think it’ll be fine

I left the crib, moved west

Three hours behind, till ahead of you niggas

Some days I don’t want to rhyme

Damn, I got to get what’s mine

I don’t my niggas, there’s some shit that you just got to do

And I did some shit that I ain’t want to do

About to link up with my niggas how I always do

Get vittles, tear the block up and get respect — ain’t much to do

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch

We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump

Yup, that’s just the shit that we do

Yup, that’s just the shit that we do

Turn radio off, but we still gone pop

Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop

Is you wit it or not?

Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

Chew with your mouth closed, they will steal your food

They will take your culture, then sell it right back to you

Then shoot you

You got to pay funeral cost too

I’m brawny and brute and I stand 7'2

How I ball, there’s no substitute

Student and the teacher too

Never How You Plan, just the shit that we do