Champain & Vacay – Travis Scott & Don Toliver

Brick Squad Travis, Waka, Scott, Flocka, Flame Mm, mm Mm This shit get intergalactic (Yeah, Flocka) Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (No way, yup) She wanna go hard in the damn paint (Flocka, yeah) Let me see you go hard just for me, babe Can you go hard? (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Squad (Squad) (North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange—) Baow, baow, Flocka Back and I'm causin' a stir How the fuck I got the drink out in Europe? Shawty keep twistin' her hair (Baow, baow, baow) She wanna see how the— hah, hah, she wanna see how the JACKBOYS move (Flex, baow, brr) Spit on the mic, baby, check, one, two (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup) Couple of killers, I'm flyin' a private, I ain't even gotta go check my tool (Flocka) Like what's up? What's up? What's up with niggas? They wonder why I don't wan' fuck with niggas Remember when they wouldn't fuck with niggas I changed the city from all that I know (Baow, baow) I'm tryna bring a Grammy to the Mo Soon as she see me, she open her throat Call her Little Caesars, she hot, hot, and ready to go (Rollin') I don't like turnin' up none of my hoes Shit that I hit, niggas never would know You not my shit, that's twinski Fuck me good, get an AMG Benzki or a brand-new Lambski (Ski) Niggas be prayin' they turn me down, whole time, nigga, I been geeked (JACKBOYS 2, squad) Yeah, hittin' your bitch whole time you been sleep Walked in LV, ten chains, feelin' like a nigga just walked in ten deep (Yeah, JACKBOYS 2) Yeah, man, I swear these old niggas kill me (Baow, baow) Know my YNs feel me (Baow, baow, baow) They just want the real me, yeah Blue Bugatti, I'm dodgin' TMZ (Baow, baow) Made a hundred off pushin' T's (Baow, baow, baow) Now my phone on DND, yeah I just made her pay the fee I just made her stay for keeps Ridin' shit, it never leaks You know how many T's I— psh This shit get intergalactic Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow) She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (Flex) She wanna go hard in the damn paint (You know, Flocka) Let me see you go hard for me, babe Can you go hard? (Squad) Paul and them, Paul and Juicy and them was the last niggas to fly 'Cause they was not goin' nowhere without it And when the goddamn Excursion came, that was, nigga, that was it for them They damn sure wasn't flyin', 'cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks Weed, liquor, all that shit All in one motherfuckin' truck, nigga