Chrome N Champagne

Top down, bass up—

Let that old-school funk ride!

Candy-red coupe with the chrome outside,

Beautiful woman sitting by my side.

Silk dress shining underneath the moon,

We hit the club and everybody makes room.

From Miami Beach to the Vegas lights,

First-class living every day, every night.

Passport ready, let the good times roll,

Luxury life with an old-school soul.

Chrome and champagne,

Sunshine dancing on the airplane.

Beautiful women, living out our dreams,

First-class flavor—if you know what I mean.

Chrome and champagne,

Funky little rhythm running through our veins.

From the boulevard to the South of France,

Baby, grab my hand—come and do that dance!

Palm trees waving while the sunset burns,

Drop-top cruising through the coastal turns.

Gold on her wrist, little spark in her smile,

We can chase this feeling for a million miles.

Rooftop dancing till a quarter past three,

She said, “This kind of life looks good on me.”

Bass line knocking, let the whole room move,

Nothing but vacation and a midnight groove.

High heels clicking,

Everybody looking,

Whole room cooking

When she moves like that!

Cadillac leaning,

City lights gleaming—

Put a little funk

In everything you do!

Chrome and champagne,

Sunshine dancing on the airplane.

Beautiful women, living out our dreams,

First-class flavor—if you know what I mean.

Chrome and champagne,

Old-school rhythm running through our veins.

From the boulevard to the South of France,

Baby, grab my hand—come and do that dance!