[Verse 1] Look, I never begged for help I just play the cards I'm dealt And if you think you wavy Then I truly must be Michael Phelps Stacking stacking gold medals on the daily f** a feature pay me, boy you cannot J me Take all the routes you want, you on lock I'm on Champ Bailey (you crazy ?) I put in hell of hours you just lazy I got imaginary Grammies in my head Ya' baby momma grannie panties all up in my bed My homie got the greens wrapped and locked up in his shed He move smooth and he ain't run into no feds And if he do guarantee that they'll get the led Or maybe end up dead, 'cause he just want the bread Y'all music is really starting to bore me I know a label might lore me, there's no money made for me I'm just higher than that, I'ma just keep it a stack I'ma be bigger than rap just making beats on my Mac Pay my family back, make sure my momma wallet is fat Cause when life hit me hard, she just counter attacked And with this thing called rap Make sure my homies don't lack Cause if n***as want to hate we let 'em hate please You know my garden real nice with some bloody leaves Don't you think 'cause of you boy I lose sleep Just know a Lion never give a f** about the Sheep I see those chains on your neck boy you still enslaved Working 9-5 will never ever get me paid So if you think you hot now then I must be f**ing shade Silly n***a f** around and get sprayed with the Raid And thats real f** how you feel We shoot 'em long range Bradley Beal from the field Swerving off the muddy in the 'ville I need a bad b**h from Brazil, f** it scratch that I need a couple hundred mill' and a deal Whichever comes first I don't care Cause boy I change gears You know that the champ is right here I'm running red lights all year Weaving through the hate with no fear [Hook] Cause all I see is champagne and chandeliers Champagne and chandliers All I see is champagne and chandeliers [Verse 2] I see flashes of the fame Flashes of the fake hugs, love, where the world knew my name Oh it's such a shame, funny how they wanna get rich so quick without putting In the pain Oh I think I missed the bigger picture Flashing lights look real good when you zoning off the liquor I said I think I missed the bigger picture Flashing lights look Real good when you zoning off the liquor Oh she probably gon' be tight if I don't put the work in The type of work where my lyrics filled with cursing The same songs causes all the girls t**ng The same ones you be seeing all in Church and Screaming "oh lord God I know you working 'cause I just got some money from a job And I just wanna get a bigger bag, a bag big enough that I could fit my purse in" But back to reality, couples kids rapping in the dorms Ill-informed but still knew enough to keep the bars warm Matter fact hot, like it's coming from a pot We still rapping about who's hot, and then who the hell is not I'm here check the clock Ain't no time to reach for Glocks Cause when I run the block I'll be the cream of the crop Ain't no fear 'cause all I choose to see is champagne and chandeliers [Outro] Champagne and Chandeliers