Champagne Wishes

[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>I`m high-class, wife got the mink and ( ? )<br>I`m drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold<br>Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it`s<br>Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this<br>Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang<br>Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame<br>Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches<br>Penetration`s what they get, ass stitches<br>A stretch-limo on the all-gold Daytons<br>Playa-hatin me is like hangin out with Satan<br>I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady<br>And it`s a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately<br>I own a mansion, I`m stackin chips<br>I`m eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips<br>`95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent<br>In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent<br><br>[ CHORUS: L.V. ]<br>This is the life that I want to live<br>Can`t let nobody stop me<br>Dom Perrignon, a little Alizй<br>It`s gon` be on, can`t you see?<br>Ladies on the left, ladies on the right<br>This game is so exciting<br>But it`s to be sold and not to be told<br>So grab your cabbage, homie<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]<br>I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous<br>Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo` anus<br>A black urban as I bounce in my suburban<br>Lookin superb off o-x and I`m swervin<br>So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck<br>I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack<br>The `86 Lac in the back<br>The sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch ( ? )<br>And I dare you to try to get with this<br>I take baths in Moлt and dry off with $1000 bills<br>Still I invest in the hood<br>Performin c`s on the block<br>Make the homies clock a knot<br>And it don`t stop<br>My lifestyle`s not petty, I rock steady<br>Paid in full to get the pull<br>And I should buy up the whole hood<br>Then we could live lavish with the cabbage<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>I flew overseas just so I could see<br>Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy<br>And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain<br>But things changed, now I`m the million dollar mane<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g`s in the pocket<br>Jump out the 454 and I locks it<br>Eye-sockets upon my pocket<br>Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it<br>[ Rhime Son ]<br>I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black Impala<br>And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one<br>1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear<br>With caviar dreams in yo ear<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>And I hear all the rumours that`s bein spreaded<br>About where we headed and who we goes to bed with<br>Even though I`m livin this million dollar life<br>You better think twice before you get sliced<br><br>[ CHORUS ]