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(Verse 1) I pull up in the whip, got the vibe on a hundred, Wockesha in my cup, yeah, the night’s never blunted. Riding through the city, lights flash like a comet, Celebrate the wins, man, I’m feeling like a prophet. Diamonds on my wrist, they dancing like a baller, Money in the air, let it rain, let it holler. All my people with me, we gon' feast like it's dinner, Toast to the grind, yeah, you know we the winners. (Verse 2) Pour another round, we ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, Living in the moment, drown the pain in the sorrow. Champagne showers, let it bubble like the beat, Every step I take, man, you know it’s elite. Got the squad on deck, we gon' vibe till it's dawn, Every move we make, yeah, we turning up strong. Wockesha in the air, let it flow, let it rise, Living life lavish, watch us shine, watch us fly.