LYRIC
Honestly till you're beside me, my day don't even begin
You'll be waitin' on me with that homemade spaghetti
I'm lookin' forward to some candlelit leftovers again
I get buzzed when I think 'bout us
Tonight can't come quick enough
Just can't beat the taste of your lips mixed with bubbles, babe
All the money in the bank
Ain't all that much to celebrate
I'll take a five-dollar bottle of André
And you all day [Verse 2] Pour a little more please of that A-N-D-R-E
Keep it comin' till your jokes are funny and the feeling's makin' me float
Feelin' kinda high class with your pinky out like that
Pretend you're Leonardo DiCaprio practicin' your toast
I get buzzed when I think 'bout us
I don't think I've had enough
Just can't beat the taste of your lips mixed with bubbles, babe
All the money in the bank
Ain't all that much to celebrate
I'll take a five-dollar bottle of André
And you all day [Bridge] Pop them bottles, baby, pop them bottles, baby
I say Brut Rosé, you say Spumante
It don't matter, baby, pop them bottles, baby
Pop them bottles, baby, pop them bottles, baby
I say Brut Rosé, you say Spumante
It don't matter, baby, pop them bottles, baby
Yeah, come on, pop them bottles, baby
Just can't beat the taste of your lips mixed with bubbles, babe
All the money in the bank
Ain't all that much to celebrate
I'll take a five-dollar bottle of André
And you all day
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