[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