Wiz Khalifa – Champagne (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Champagne (Bonus Track)

Wiz Khalifa

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"Champagne (Bonus Track)." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 06:53 pm

Album: Kush & Orange Juice (15th Anniversary)

Track No: 19

Uh
Y'all already know what it is, man
Yeah
Taylor Gang
Uh
Uh
Uh
And I'm still talkin' champagne
Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes
**** get extra likes, spare change
Leave your bitch 'round my gang, then she fair game
Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame
Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain
Club owners mad we drinkin' all the rosé
And **** hate, but I just go off what the hoes say
He a skinny ****, but he do it big
Yeah, it's lookin' like a movie, but it's how I live
Young boss, Taylor Gang General
Drinkin' out the pink bottle, Rosé Impérial
And my bad bitch look like a centerfold
Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it's medicinal
Smell the engine burn, you hear my tires murk
We be poppin' corks like fireworks
I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne)
Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up (Bring 'em up)
We got a bar for every **** that came with us (Came with us)
We got some broads, then bring 'em up, grab a drink and get fucked up (More champagne, 'pagne)
Seein' bottles of rosé when they think of us (Think of us)
We just ball up in the club, it's been paid for us (Paid for us)
What you hatin' for? (Hatin' for) Get the waitress, bruh
I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne)
VIPs full of red bottles
In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho
Ounces full of kush, bottles full of Moët
Seen me in my yellow car, she got so wet
Used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes
Quit fuckin' with her ****, he was so lame
Say she love the taste, but she don't know the name
Drinkin' by the case, I'm gon' need you to bring
More champagne
I'm with my goons gettin' liquored up
Make this money then blow it like I don't give a fuck
Show up to the club, they pull them bottles out
You gettin' paper, you should know just what I'm talkin' 'bout
Uh, I live the life you write a song about
Bitches think I'm famous, favors come in large amounts
Standin' on the table, standin' on the couch
Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out (Haha, yeah)
I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne)
Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up (Bring 'em up)
We got a bar for every **** that came with us (Came with us)
We got some broads, then bring 'em up, grab a drink and get fucked up (More champagne, 'pagne)
Seein' bottles of rosé when they think of us (Think of us)
We just ball up in the club, it's been paid for us (Paid for us)
What you hatin' for? (Hatin' for) Get the waitress, bruh
I'ma need more champagne (More champagne, 'pagne)

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Tyler Matthew Carl Williams.

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