Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom
But the champagne keeps raining
In my Rolls Royce umbrella
Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith
Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake
They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’
From rags to a Wraith, to stars in they face
If I go riches to rags, I put my face in the mask
And put that s**t in the bag now
Instead it’s poverty to fame
Another new artist, all probably the same, yeah
See a old scar when you past us
My only exercise used to be runnin’ out of glasses
I’ll drink to that (I’ll drink to that)
Dreams to reality
By any means to your majesty
From misery to mimosa
I was pourin’ up, pourin’ up until it’s over
Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom
But the champagne keeps raining
In my Rolls Royce umbrella
Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith
Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake
They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’
From rags to a Wraith, to stars in they face
Went from poor kids on them porches
To movin’ in Porsches
And it may seem like a daydream
If you knew what we knew
Then you’d respect that I came from a Buick Regal
I had to ride illegal
Pull up from the dead stu’ to the jet blue
To burnin’ fumes on private jet fuel
Now they on my face broad day (Broad day)
Street, from a court case to courtside
Sittin’ in a box to them box seats
You don’t care what we’ve been through
Barely hatin’ fool
Spend my days makin’ millions, they can’t spend too
You mad I went from rags to a Wraith
Went from wishin’ on the stars to the stars in they face
Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom
But the champagne keeps raining (Rainin’, ooh, yeah)
In my Rolls Royce umbrella
Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith
Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake
They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’
From rags to a Wraith (Wraith), to stars in they face
Twenty-five to life
Or dead by twenty-five
From Monte Carlo to Montego when we fly
From Ghost to a Lamb’, we was speedin’ in them cars
Rags to a Wraith, we was reachin’ for the stars
Backstage passes, the champagne glasses
Don’t you know that
Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom
But the champagne keeps raining
In my Rolls Royce umbrella
Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith
Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith
They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’
Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake