Hook
Lock the doors
Rock some more
Pop the corks
We got a lot to pour
Drink up (8x)
Verse 1
OK, welcome to the octagon
this one goes out to all the folks who thought hip hop was gone
but when i write rhymes, it's like lifelines to keep rocking on
and since it's night time, bring that white wine and let's pop these blondes
gold bottles, Chris Bosh-a-thon
guess there's no more knocking LeBron
give him his props, give him his due
he just boosted his stocks and bonds
speaking of the king, shoutout to the home Jonathan John
it's been one hell of a year, the saga continues, the drama goes on
oh well, get ready for some saki bombs
L'Chaim! we doing this for Rosh Hashan
I'll give you a pass if you trying to fast for Ramadan
but once the sun goes down, you gotta come rock with the Don
Hook
Verse 2 (Keem G)
We pre-partied at the house a while ago, now we tipsy in line
No brown, but I did put vodka and sprite to mix it in with my lime
I can not care less if she in a hot dress, I still think that she fine
But she a crying hot mess, at least you can guess would you like some cheese with that wine
Talkin bout gouda
bacon, lettuce, bread, chips, dough, grams, moola
Money on my mind, thinking bout a dime
about the only time when I think that I'm losing
But in the mean time, in between time
drink that slow, no time to rewind
If if was a fif, you'd try to remind
me why I said if I sip slow
so thats why I said if I go
to the bar and get the drinks, then if I know
you can try to relax, but if I go,
I don't wanna hear about that if i blow
cuz it's only gonna be about if i show
and you only gonna hear about it if i flow
i kick bang with the gang, just do my thang
the way that we hang, we batten em down with just a little champagne
Hook
Verse 3
Pain is weakness leaving the body, hood is white girls leaving the party
I'm done with this chick, I need a new hoooe-tel, I'm leaving the lobby
I cannot believe he's so snobby, can you believe he's so snobby
what's wrong with that, shoot, I gotta compete with the people who knock me
I've paid my dues, I've done my don'ts
I've ran through crews, I've hung on boats
I've smanged a few who like to get choked
Lost more money than lost remotes
Sat next to greats, hung with the bottom
I clean the plate, I'm Billary Rodman
I run this town, Batman to Gotham
The tale of two cities, Gomorrah and Sodom
The tale of two tithes, it's Laura from Harlem
She still be calling 'cause no one's more awesome
Bossin, flossin, total the cost and give the card to the cashier and say charge it
Charge it to the game, ain't nobody mess in wit ya boy Champagne Duane
Hook
credits
from Drink Up,
released April 21, 2013
Produced by Twanbeatmaker
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