Yeah, I'd like to do a little bit of a toast right here
I ain't even going to call this a song
This is just a feeling
This sh**'s called champagne
Everybody raise your gla**es
[Verse 1: Rudy Williams]
Hey yo I'm ashing in the pottery
Winning like lucky lottery
I'm painting y'all the picture I spit autobiography
Chilling in the moment, I'm hoping that I enjoy it
And if you need some sh** you should call and make an appointment
I'm trying to get some paper to fold it like origami
But y'all know that bread will bring beef like a pastrami
With sk**s on cruise control I'm better than the usual
But I'm just doing business, the studio is my cubicle
Every time I speak you see the ethic in my sentences
And all the older G's are giving credit on my emphasis
You can feel the magic when I'm stepping on the premises
About to k** the game give protection to the witnesses
Back up your best bet is probable just to let them breathe
Chilling puffing on that exotic kush and the vanilla leaf
At this point in time I wouldn't change a damn thing
Everybody raise your gla**, this is champagne
You know what, I'm going to give a toast real quick
I put my champagne up in the air
I'm going to close my eyes and I'm going to think about where I want to be at
I'm going to just imagine myself there until I get there
[Verse 2: Rudy Williams]
Yeah, this is champagne pouring, home team scoring
Late night recording while the whole city's snoring
This is getting love when you're only showing a portion
When your rhyme sk**s start getting compared to Jordan
When you're getting cake and there's good trees in the swisher sweets
You're shooting for the stars every single day like pistol pete
Heart goes to hip hop, it will never skip a beat
Sixteens are strong my breakbeats come with the jeep
Reverse the homicide, subtract the gunplay
Bring the Lear's airplane back on that runway
I know it's far fetched, but maybe we'll see it one day
Let's toast the champagne right under the sunrays
Sitting in the hammock, rocking a pair of sunshades
A cold gla** on the table where the blunt lays
A magazine with your face on the front page
Here's a ticket for success, one way
Yeah, you know I'm going to celebrate
You know I'm going to pour my champagne
Me and my team are going to celebrate
I know there's a lot of haters out there, but we don't f** with y'all
We don't pay no attention
I'll see you on the other side
This is champagne, b**h