[Verse 1]
Uh, ya already know what it is, man
Taylor Gang and I’m still talkin' champagne
Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes
N***as get extra likes, spare change
Leave your bitch around my gang, then she fair game
Gets so hot, you standin' near a flame
Twenty thousand on my wrist, fifty on my chain
Club owners mad, we drinking all the rosé
And n***as hate, but I just go off what the hoes say
He a skinny n***a, but he do it big
Yeah, it's looking like a movie, but it's how I live
Young boss, Taylor Gang General
Drinking out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial
And my bad bitch look like a centerfold
Cook like a chef, smoke weed like it’s medicinal
Smell the engine burning, you hear my tires murk
We be poppin' corks like fireworks

[Chorus]
I'ma' need more champagne
Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
We got a bar for every n***a that came with us
We got the buzz, now bring 'em up
Grab your drink and get fucked up
Champagne champagne, lah-ah
See bottles of rosé when they think of us
See all of 'em in the club, gonna pay for us
But you ain't gonna fuck the waitress, brah
I'mma need more champagne!
[Verse 2]
VIP's full of red bottles
In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho
Ounces full of kush, bottles full of more wet
Seen me in my yellow car, she got all wet
Used to smoke blunts, now she roll plane
Quit fuckin' with her n***a, he was so lame
She said she love the taste, but she don’t know the name
Drinkin' by the case, I’m gonna need you to bring more champagne
I’m with my goons getting liquored up
Make this money, then blow it like I don’t give a fuck
Show up to the club, they pull them bottles out
You gettin' paper, you should know just what I'm talkin' 'bout
Uh, I live the life you write a song about
Bitches think I'm famous, favors come in larger amounts
Standing on the table, standing on the couch
Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out, hahaha

[Chorus]
I'ma' need more champagne
Tell the waitress just grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
We got a bar for every n***a that came with us
We got the buzz, now bring 'em up
Grab your drink and get fucked up
Champagne champagne, lah-ah
See bottles of rosé when they think of us
See all of 'em in the club, gonna pay for us
But you ain't gonna fuck the waitress, brah
I'mma need more champagne!