Refined Hip-Hop lyrics and vibrant R&B vocals make for a bubbly theme song to an exquisite celebration. "Pink Champagne" Lyrics Ladies and gentleman, this is not a mirage. It's the Champagne Gang. We specialize in exquisiteness and celebration, and subsequently, exquisite celebration. Loyalty is currency, family takes precedence, and the sky is the limit. Hook (Elin) When the bottles go pop pop pop And the flutes get played You know you're sipping on champagne You're sipping on pink champagne with the champagne gang See we dressed to kill So let's break the seal Keep the moment real And the glasses filled with champagne You're sipping on pink champagne with the champagne gang Verse 1 (Duane) Whoo! Black jackets in the closet I still haven't worn/ hang tags on the pocket I still haven't torn/ when I do decide to rock it, you'll get ample warn/ give you some time to go shopping, but yo chance is gone/ y'all never be as fresh as me, you fermented milk/ I'm saying cheese for the pictures, hunned percent silk/ Time is money and money talks/ if you ain't got no mouth on the face of your watch then watch the honies walk/ I know they call you Champagne but what's ya last name/ you don't need to know that yet, get out the fast lane/ let's take it slow/ let's make it grow/ let's water the flowers (flours) and then let's some break bread over a plate of dough/ so/ everybody put ya glasses in the air/ raise em to the sky it's a classy affair/ the only thing clashing is the glasses when we cheers/ ya body is bangin so lemme it splash it ya hair/ I'm kidding Hook Verse 2 (James) I'm on that Bel Air rosé/ smelling like Jose/ flavy on wavy/ ask baby is she ok/ she gon do the NaeNae... WHAA!!/ she like, 'James you so cray cray'... whaa!/ okay champagne on the brain/ bubble like good D/ section on very, you can catch on Dom P/ Kanye's brother why the hell I need ID/ Moët sippin, ma, infact I got an IV/ she was in Vibe , she gon Bob like Marley/ told me CJ don't move I wanna ride like Harley (vroom! vroom!)/ white boy wasted, I was feelin all gnarley/ at a white people party, only ni**a at the party/ and it was at the Carter, but I guess you had to be there/ and you ain't never there, it's only mu-f**kin me there/ a chick with some flutes and a BCMG there/ and Becky came through with some new Chanel knee wear/ yeaaaah Hook Verse 3 (Tane) I'm not a fan of Cris and the waitress knows I'm hatin Dom/ my table look like Paris with the bottles girls pronouncing wrong/ same champagne that be my baby mom be sippin on/ same champagne my newest girl be slippin on/ she wanted mo Moët, so we ordered Rosé/ way we let it spill, man, you'd swear that sh*t was Andre/ wave another round, we gonna let that b*tch spray/ man there's chips in the ceiling, popping corks all day/ I'm like krill in the club, so you keep a plane or boat/ I got receipts on the table that'll make you feel broke/ and the price of ya bottle little hoe add a zero to it/ this is that ice cold pop like Prosecco music/ like a French class everytime I grab a glass/ it's that Louis Roederer, Clicquot for ya a**/ so just the flutes clang/ and my team will do the same/ ask James, ask Duane, it's the Champagne Gang/ Hook