[Ludacris] I met this chick in motor city and her name was Lexus Ass outta control and her chest was reckless So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and
live for the Fame, doin' it for the fame 'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous Fame, doin' it for the fame 'Cause we gotta taste for champagne
woman and still need a saviour Maybe it's a billionaire maybe it's the cocaine I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city
like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man they outta work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I rather spit something that gotta purp' Champagne
Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas So what do you do, young lady? One hundred I am on a 24-hour champagne diet Spillin' while
up in this thing I'm ready, what's happening? Gone for surgery, but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne
recognize your little angel now She comes down from way South She talks slow and lazy When she opened her mouth the city boys went crazy They fed her pink champagne
champagne, from him to you From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king Comes the sparkling wine to make a blind man sing Yo, it's the champagne
that it wouldn't be night for long! And I'm in love with the lights, the love, Celebrity house, Hollywood parties that never get old! Table full of new.., champagne
Yeah Look, Vizzy is a dreamer And life is a bitch but god forbid if i leave her Hated in my city since the day that I remeember But i ain't ever tired
don't wear nuthin under your trenchcoat You remind of Lisa Raye Cut the lights low so we can play and grind till the day I got chicks in every city Some
waitin' just as soon as the plane lands The ball on the city is the game plan Bottle service over here, money changed hands Lover broke, nigga called 'em RayBan Yeah, champagne
most Fifty days in fifty cities And everyone says she looks pretty At least as pretty as a legend should Fifty days can wear you down Fifty cities flying
niggas can fly [Lil' Wayne] This a Big E beat, And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat Yeah, hehe You can get pork chopped, Young Money bitch Let the champagne
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm poppin champagne
! Let's bring it on DJ, play my favourite beats all night long Popping some bottles; champagne, red wine And we both giddy up on the rooftop And watch the city
that pace Shorty can we make our day I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne We stop at a red light,
start believin Bridge Oh I'm ready to go, I finally got what I've been lookin for in my baby Chorus She can rock to the city Roll straight to the ghetto Sippin on champagne