制作
出演艺人
Yg Teck
声乐
Peezy
声乐
作曲和作词
Phillip Peaks
词曲作者
Yg Teck
词曲作者
制作和工程
Klipz
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
Yeah
This for all my young **** across the world, man
I pray your muhfuckin' pain turn into champagne, you dig?
No more struggling, yeah
You know we ain't doing no more crying, only celebrating
We just popping bottles and buying ice now, yeah
[Verse 2]
I pray yo pain turn into champagne, young ****
I pray you rise above madness beat the game, young ****
Cop the presidential Rollie with the chain, young ****
Stand tall, grab ya nuts and let 'em hang, young ****
[Verse 3]
I'm quick to stack my cash before I make it rain, young ****
I wanted fly shit and money and everything come wit it
Fuck sitting round starving, naw that ain't gone get it
I try teach **** the game but they ain't won't listen
[Verse 4]
I got a real hustling problem and a keep going vision
Get to standing on money put my feet on business
I blow a dime every time at least a nickle in fabric
Day and date prezi watches when you get through the madness
I rather hustle right now, I wanna look at a club
You want ball like this or you looking for love
Three quarter Rick jacket getting drippier now
A real rich street ****, momma look at me now
I've been a stand up ****, ain't no sitting me down
Membership so you blessed if you get to be 'round
It been this way for a few summers
Every time I get a hunnid, get a new number
They ain't want us do numbers
[Verse 5]
I pray yo pain turn into champagne, young ****
I do too
I pray you rise above madness beat the game, young ****
Cop the presidential Rollie with the chain, young ****
Stand tall, grab ya nuts and let 'em hang, young ****
[Verse 6]
I'm quick to stack my cash before I make it rain, young ****
I wanted fly shit and money and everything come wit it
Fuck sitting round starving, naw that ain't gone get it
I try teach **** the game but they ain't won't listen
[Verse 7]
Ghetto, I try teach **** the game, they ain't wanna adapt
They rather ride around in stolies with a strap on they lap
I'm rocking presidential Rollies with the crocodile strap
Custom Goyard duffle bag, I'm sitting first class
[Verse 8]
Tell 'em 30 for a show or tell 'em switch the venue
Platinum watch went up in value 'cause it's discontinued
Fuck some clothes I'm buying pieces for the wall now
I can't post this on the gram might get us all hot
It's embarrassing what I paid for this chain might make yo jaws drop
Walked her in the crib, she seen the balcony and her drawers dropped
What a feeling when you can afford your favorite cars now
DJs say my name when I'm in bars now
Ghetto
You wasn't on the bus with me you can't ride on a jet
Gimme what you got now I'm coming back for the rest
Three karat solitaires on each side of my neck
It don't matter where we going bitch I gotta be fresh
[Verse 9]
I pray yo pain turn into champagne, young ****
I pray you rise above madness beat the game, young ****
Cop the presidential Rollie with the chain, young ****
Stand tall, grab ya nuts and let 'em hang, young ****
[Verse 10]
I'm quick to stack my cash before I make it rain, young ****
I wanted fly shit and money and everything come wit it
Fuck sitting round starving, naw that ain't gone get it
I try teach **** the game but they ain't won't listen
I showed 'em
Written by: Phillip Peaks, Yg Teck

