[Hook 1]

I can’t even taste the s*** I’m drinking on

How am I up? I don’t even know. I’m barely hanging on

I can’t even tell what’s really right or wrong

At this point, I’m just in my zone

[Verse 1]

I can vibe all alone, I don’t need no help

I don’t need nobody else, I’ll count these racks all by myself

Lethal weapon on me like my name was Danny Glover

I would hate to have to put you under (Oh No)

A real n**** once told me something I can’t even say

It wouldn’t matter to you anyway, cause you can’t even relate

I remember those days I was lost tryna’ make a way

Now I’m paid, and this calls for a toast so

[Bridge 1]

Pour the champagne

[Verse 2]

Diamond pinky ring n****

I look like a lick

Dripping like some ice cream n****

Flashy like a pic

I get more head than a Pick

No Corona, I’m so sick

I bossed up and went legit

Now I’m Lit

Middle finger to the system

F*** you and who coming with you

My name Lord, they think I’m spiritual

They think I’m doing rituals

I got this money now, and it’s a miracle

And this calls for a toast so

Pour the Champagne

[Bridge 2]

Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne

Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne

[Hook 2]

I can’t even taste the s*** I’m drinking on

How am I up? I don’t even know. I’m barely hanging on

I can’t even tell what’s really right or wrong

At this point, I’m just in my zone

I can vibe all alone, I don’t need no help

I don’t need nobody else, I’ll count these racks all by myself

I remember being stuck, now all my n****s up

And this calls for a toast so

Pour the Champagne

[Verse 3: Quacino Ca$h]

Pour it up, Pour it up, Let’s get litty

Gotta watch my surroundings, I can’t get drunk and pissy

It goes down on the brown, she gone get more than tipsy

But the s*** that’s in my cup, you gotta sippy sippy

‘Drank in me

Fetty Wap sipping. Say she want the Remy

I been gone off the Crown and the Henny

You don’t need your hands just to feel me

Do you feel me?

Pop a Xanny, I’m going to Xan Land

Xiii ‘Cino Ca$h, he the Xan man

Rubber band man. I drop a band, man

And she know I do it better than the last can

Your Ex n****. He trash can

[Hook 3]

I can’t even taste the s*** I’m drinking on

How am I up? I don’t even know. I’m barely hanging on

I can’t even tell what’s really right or wrong

At this point, I’m just in my zone

[Bridge 3]

Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne

Pour the Champagne, Pour the Champagne