[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]
I wanna make a toast to the niggas in every coast
Screaming RIP, turning lost soldiers to ghost
Niggas that's tryna turn a dollar into a loaf
Niggas that's tryna turn a Toyota into a boat
Niggas that's tryna turn they jackets to mink coats
Catch me in VIP with a champagne float
More champagne waitress, more champagne
More champagne waitress, more champagne
[Verse 1: Detroit L-O]
Champagne symphony, that attracted Tiffany
Got her in the hotel, she bussed it open instantly
Make a stack quick, you can call that a instant G
Cartier frames got me seeing life visually
Had so many ups and downs, had money, been broke
That I almost came close and thought about selling dope
Like fuck this shit, we gotta get a bag
So wе can Somerset and we can pop all of thе tags
But that was out my plans when I came to my senses
Now I turn over to stock, when I wanna invest me riches
Working hard for my family, put food on the table
Then I mash on the music, adding strength to the label
Up in stash mountain, kept my eyes off the tele spectrum
IShaan, give me Benji Frank number, I need to text him
I never knew a day like this would come
Fairly young, setting examples for my daughter or son
We been on trophy runs, lowkey we already won
Tell the waitress bring them champagne bottles over, by the ton
It's such a classy affair, cologne and tuxedo's
Shrimp cocktail and Prosecco for my amigos
Crystal clear flutes and women in fine dresses
Movado and Rolex complementing the gold necklace
It's real problems to solve, now can you handle that
When I die, bury a nigga inside his Cadillac
[Bridge: Manny Maurizio]
They ask me why I wanna win, cuz I just love the feeling
They ask me why I'm always spending, I just love the feeling
Turn wages in an hour to making bands in a night
Catching flights, touchdowns to stadium lights
They ask me why I wanna win, cuz I just love the feeling
They ask me why I'm always spending, I just love the feeling
Turn wages in an hour to making bands in a night
Catching flights, touchdowns to stadium lights
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]
I wanna make a toast to the niggas in every coast
Screaming RIP, turning lost soldiers to ghost
Niggas that's tryna turn a dollar into a loaf
Niggas that's tryna turn a Toyota into a boat
Niggas that's tryna turn they jackets to mink coats
Catch me in VIP with a champagne float
More champagne waitress, more champagne
More champagne waitress, more champagne
[Verse 2: Manny Maurizio]
Gold Bottega, I need it by the case
Brody we in first place, but nigga it ain't a race
We just tryna stack the cake at a steady pace
Tryna get the big house and a heavy safe
Cash flow coming at a better rate
Bad hoes in my face, money in the way
They jus want the plate, they don't wanna wait
Falling for the bait, now they upstate
I'm just focused on blessings that God send
Stay true to what I'm in, can't follow that nonsense
The hard times hit us, my nigga it got tense
Kept my gratitude up, I could be sleeping on the bench
Head held high through the bullshit
360 with my life, yea full flip
Niggas wasting time playing, it's time for the vision
If you ain't on board with that, you gotta be tripping
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]
I wanna make a toast to the niggas in every coast
Screaming RIP, turning lost soldiers to ghost
Niggas that's tryna turn a dollar into a loaf
Niggas that's tryna turn a Toyota into a boat
Niggas that's tryna turn they jackets to mink coats
Catch me in VIP with a champagne float
More champagne waitress, more champagne
More champagne waitress, more champagne
[Verse 3: iShaan the Rit God]
I see a better tomorrow when I look at my daughter
If it's me vs these niggas, it's clearly a slaughter
Lost one phone, the I grabbed another phone
And then my nigga L-O called and said "bro I found it"
Jeweler hit her with the stones like the Rocky Mountains
Baby girl squirting liquid like a water fountain
Spending cream, at the same time, stashing cream
Baby my life complex like the magazine
Little bro bro got 30 in his magazine
His pops hit his moms, not he wanna pop em' clean
I pray for all the homeless niggas that's under the bridge
Nights where it wasn't nothing inside of the fridge
Niggas starving, checking stats, just look at the map
I guess the think bridge cards is bridging the gap
Chicken coming, so I guess it's time for me to flex
I'll never waste ink to write a letter to my ex
I got that check and sent that location through the text
I play with that green on me like the New York Jets
A nigga feeling like swoosh in his Nike set
I be looking at the radar, I don't see a threat
I toast Bottega with my brothers and pray to my God
They say they wanna see me win, they feelings disguised
If you a hunnid, then you know that last line was hard
But if you sitting there silent, then I pulled your card
I wanna make a toast to the niggas in every coast
Screaming RIP, turning lost soldiers to ghost
Niggas that's tryna turn a dollar into a loaf
Niggas that's tryna turn a Toyota into a boat
Niggas that's tryna turn they jackets to mink coats
Catch me in VIP with a champagne float
More champagne waitress, more champagne
More champagne waitress, more champagne
[Verse 1: Detroit L-O]
Champagne symphony, that attracted Tiffany
Got her in the hotel, she bussed it open instantly
Make a stack quick, you can call that a instant G
Cartier frames got me seeing life visually
Had so many ups and downs, had money, been broke
That I almost came close and thought about selling dope
Like fuck this shit, we gotta get a bag
So wе can Somerset and we can pop all of thе tags
But that was out my plans when I came to my senses
Now I turn over to stock, when I wanna invest me riches
Working hard for my family, put food on the table
Then I mash on the music, adding strength to the label
Up in stash mountain, kept my eyes off the tele spectrum
IShaan, give me Benji Frank number, I need to text him
I never knew a day like this would come
Fairly young, setting examples for my daughter or son
We been on trophy runs, lowkey we already won
Tell the waitress bring them champagne bottles over, by the ton
It's such a classy affair, cologne and tuxedo's
Shrimp cocktail and Prosecco for my amigos
Crystal clear flutes and women in fine dresses
Movado and Rolex complementing the gold necklace
It's real problems to solve, now can you handle that
When I die, bury a nigga inside his Cadillac
[Bridge: Manny Maurizio]
They ask me why I wanna win, cuz I just love the feeling
They ask me why I'm always spending, I just love the feeling
Turn wages in an hour to making bands in a night
Catching flights, touchdowns to stadium lights
They ask me why I wanna win, cuz I just love the feeling
They ask me why I'm always spending, I just love the feeling
Turn wages in an hour to making bands in a night
Catching flights, touchdowns to stadium lights
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]
I wanna make a toast to the niggas in every coast
Screaming RIP, turning lost soldiers to ghost
Niggas that's tryna turn a dollar into a loaf
Niggas that's tryna turn a Toyota into a boat
Niggas that's tryna turn they jackets to mink coats
Catch me in VIP with a champagne float
More champagne waitress, more champagne
More champagne waitress, more champagne
[Verse 2: Manny Maurizio]
Gold Bottega, I need it by the case
Brody we in first place, but nigga it ain't a race
We just tryna stack the cake at a steady pace
Tryna get the big house and a heavy safe
Cash flow coming at a better rate
Bad hoes in my face, money in the way
They jus want the plate, they don't wanna wait
Falling for the bait, now they upstate
I'm just focused on blessings that God send
Stay true to what I'm in, can't follow that nonsense
The hard times hit us, my nigga it got tense
Kept my gratitude up, I could be sleeping on the bench
Head held high through the bullshit
360 with my life, yea full flip
Niggas wasting time playing, it's time for the vision
If you ain't on board with that, you gotta be tripping
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]
I wanna make a toast to the niggas in every coast
Screaming RIP, turning lost soldiers to ghost
Niggas that's tryna turn a dollar into a loaf
Niggas that's tryna turn a Toyota into a boat
Niggas that's tryna turn they jackets to mink coats
Catch me in VIP with a champagne float
More champagne waitress, more champagne
More champagne waitress, more champagne
[Verse 3: iShaan the Rit God]
I see a better tomorrow when I look at my daughter
If it's me vs these niggas, it's clearly a slaughter
Lost one phone, the I grabbed another phone
And then my nigga L-O called and said "bro I found it"
Jeweler hit her with the stones like the Rocky Mountains
Baby girl squirting liquid like a water fountain
Spending cream, at the same time, stashing cream
Baby my life complex like the magazine
Little bro bro got 30 in his magazine
His pops hit his moms, not he wanna pop em' clean
I pray for all the homeless niggas that's under the bridge
Nights where it wasn't nothing inside of the fridge
Niggas starving, checking stats, just look at the map
I guess the think bridge cards is bridging the gap
Chicken coming, so I guess it's time for me to flex
I'll never waste ink to write a letter to my ex
I got that check and sent that location through the text
I play with that green on me like the New York Jets
A nigga feeling like swoosh in his Nike set
I be looking at the radar, I don't see a threat
I toast Bottega with my brothers and pray to my God
They say they wanna see me win, they feelings disguised
If you a hunnid, then you know that last line was hard
But if you sitting there silent, then I pulled your card
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