It's hard to be a success if you never was
And I never was! 
The greatest thing that I ever did was
To put on some leather gloves and selling drugs for this ghetto love
But instead of love, I got the dead above
Looking down on his petty thoughts
Never � is what I tell a judge
�in my seat, I think I said enough.
Fuck ââ?¬Ë?em! Look in my face, my eyes red as blood
It's nothing! � niggas are known for letting up
So cuff them! You think this champagne I'm spilling is the reason I'm a villain
Believe that I'm a� cause they bring us to the ceiling.
I'm fiending for a million
My champagne wishes and caviar dreams fulfilling
Afraid to make a killing
But still I'm � with these niggas want to kill him
Cause when he's not around is when these niggas never feel him
I know it's sick of hearing Ransomn's name
He always talking about his damn pain, champagne! 
Hook:
Take a lil sip! 
What you really need
Is a bottle of (ââ?¬Å?shampainââ?¬Â)! 
I don't know if you'll be drunk or if you'll be high
I really need some ââ?¬Å?shampainââ?¬Â
All you really need, all you really need is ââ?¬Å?shampain.ââ?¬Â
Yeah, all they heard is... pipes
Being broke at 40, give a nigga the frost bite.
Everybody just can't be living the boss life
If it's good, then cut the whole thing, if it cost right! 
... shoot past Shawty, it's a shoot fast
It's bubbly, but it don't come in the flute glass
I smell it, it's already lit! 
Plus, you're controlling the crowd, so they know you're legit
Name speak for itself, so they know who you're with
By the time you see the sparkles you're already hit.
Real shit similar, but it's different
Ripping instead of sipping
For every bottle you're popping it's a nigga slipping and clipping.
Still plotting ancient, pill popping and sniffing
The sucker nigga is just watching and wishing
Sad part about it is the damn shame
Cause all it needs is a lil bit of champagne.
Hook:
Take a lil sip! 
What you really need
Is a bottle of (ââ?¬Å?shampainââ?¬Â)! 
I don't know if you'll be drunk or if you'll be high
I really need some ââ?¬Å?shampainââ?¬Â
All you really need, all you really need is ââ?¬Å?shampain.ââ?¬Â
We'd like to trench cold mafia fresh from Czechoslovakia
All the guns were alcohol and sake, huh
Young criminals past who showing improves
We're up to date, no fake it, not moves
And niggas is a� on tour
Pass by the season's in Vegas.
My shooters is waiters with... on strap splitting
Pretend it wasn't a rough road
I rose now, now we're enrosed as froze
What they do, cap daddy?
I told you out the �
Used to live in the luxury past the trades
Gold joints, we're kings from �
Cigars, we're wizards, who only win results�
A town where they live comfortable
We come through fighting
We're always in something if something new
Drinking at the stadium
Philosophical theories, think about fixing the world series
Hear me?
Hook:
Take a lil sip! 
What you really need
Is a bottle of (ââ?¬Å?shampainââ?¬Â)! 
I don't know if you'll be drunk or if you'll be high
I really need some ââ?¬Å?shampainââ?¬Â
All you really need, all you really need is ââ?¬Å?shampain.ââ?¬Â