Mr Champagne Intermission (feat. Polyester)

Hey bitch, you remember me? It's Mr. O.P.M. from the westside of the streets I got my Sox hat and my black Pumas And my nigga P with me, let meduce him They choosin', it's gruesome How these young boys like to coop 'em Cuff 'em, I take 'em on a date and don't touch 'em You love 'em, girls come around by the dozens She ain't getting mad when I used to date her cousin I plugged 'em, nigga she was with was a scrub 'em She used to say that nigga cool, but I don't love him She like me, ask me all the time when you gon' wife me I say shut up bitch while I listen to the Isleys My mind be where the sky be, I'm in the hot seat Popping the bub while you knocking them up I tell her hop in the truck with your thick thighs, big butt Let me slide in your Creez, cut Mmm what, this shit make me wanna get a truck Had this shit on loud girl every time you pick me up When I'm out of town mhm, I miss you very much I love the way you jump girl when I pinch you on the butt If I'm ever stranded, she'll come get me in a rush I remember back when you was with me on the bus Now we super ballin, droppin fifty on the uh And that's the reason why I put them hickeys where I want nigga Like I'm supposed to do You looking so good, I could toast to you Like I'm supposed to do I'm trying to get this money like I'm supposed to do Know ain't supposed to be doing this... Hand me my bag of pharmaceutics over there Couple bottles of Champagne This shit is from France? Never had that Real Expensive, Real Expensive Hurry up and buy it We need some uh... Champagne to the front of the stage Champagne to the front of the stage please You know me... I'm Mr. Champagne Last name witcho BIIITCH