Pardon My Rollie

[Intro]
Champagne Files
Hopefully my nigga [?] could reach a lighter through the lighter slot in the door
Yeah

[Verse]
I could never run for president, high as a planet bitch
Money and the weed all I need to get through this shit
Pulled at a stop light, whole new whip, who this?
Top down, four hundred thou from the underground
I got every option installed on it when I bought it
Drove it seven hours to a party at Ross crib
Showed up with a boss bitch
Dressed in some designer shit
I didn't know what it is
I had the Gucci top button down with the jeans and my Bathing Apes
Smoked out in the house, even when I'm not
My young niggas in the building, they gon' hold it down
Big money come around, shh, not a sound
Quiet now [?] teasing
[?] the game up from the pipes when it's leaking
We came to fuck shit up then my niggas leaving
We got a couple bitches down to jump off the deep end
I got a couple maniacs waiting for a reason
They see you pussy niggas shining and it's seasonal
I tell 'em to be cool and in the minute I'ma let 'em meet you
I'm charging [?] for a feature

[Outro]
Champagne Files
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