Champions

"Champions"(Round And Round)

Lifestyle on camera

(Hundred thousand dollar chandelier)

They tried to turn me to an animal

But white people think I'm radical

Supermodels think I'm handsome

You might think I'm too aggressive

Really I think I'm too passive

Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'...

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

(Round and round they go!)

(Round and round they go!)

(Pray for me)

I'm about to hit the Ye button

I don't wanna say nothin' wrong

But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'

Imagine if I ain't say somethin'

Wasn't nothin', you could say nothin'

I done lost and made money

Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me

Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!

And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka!

Yeezy might have to go put his Louis on

I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store...

Fresh out the pen in this mothafucka

And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka

Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on

Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones...

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go!

Round and round they go!

Champions, we run the city

Number one, they fallin' from the top

Round and round they go

Round and round they go

Look, I say a prayer for my enemies

They cannot slow down what's meant for me

Funny how they come around like I can't see through their secret identities

Lately it's all about Zen and me

Subtractin' the negative energy

With the family, turn your ass to a memory

I'm with the team of the century

I blow the check up, detonation

Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination

Time my destination

I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's the flexin' single

I'm a mothafuckin' champion

This right here the fuckin' anthem

I can't dap you without hand san'

I don't know where your dirty ass hands been

I wake up to like a hundred texts

Championship team, but we can't cut the net

She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed

I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX

With 1500...

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

Round and round they go, round and round they go

Round and round they go

Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole

I took a nap in the pulpit

I never like how a suit fit

I got a pocket full of money

It got me walkin' all slew-foot

I'm on my wave like a cruise ship

In that hoe's mouth like a toothpick

Anyone get in my way

Nothin' to say, I tote them choppas like pool sticks

I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris

Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks

I come and find your apartments

We never had our damn pool fixed

Walk in the mall with my new bitch

Tell that bitch get the whole rack

My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch

Then pull me a new bitch

See that is a snowball effect

I got gold on my neck

Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck

I got a mansion full of marble floors

It look like a Super Bowl in this bitch

Versace nigga got hoes in this bitch

Like I'm a serial killer

I put the real in gorilla

I did this shit for my niggas

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

Round and round they go, round and round they go

Round and round they go

Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole

Champions, we run the city

Number one, they fallin' from the top

Round and round they go

Round and round they go, round and round they go

Round and round they go

Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole

Reach for my chain is suicide

Car drive fit two inside

They mad at Ye cause he all in the neighborhood

But he let them goons inside

Let's fuck up the neighborhood

Let's fuck up the neighborhood

Buy every house in this bitch

You know that the money good

My racks in the kitchen go round and round

Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down

The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found

Official trapper let me show it down

More shit than a Pamper

All we rock is bandanas

Whips on nasty, no manners

I just got head in a Phantom

She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ

She money make her strip, Gucci make her damp

1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp

And he don't ever sleep, he's a fuckin' vamp

I heard your bitch ride on the bus, you don't give a damn

My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am

I love my Auntie Jean, but fuck Uncle Sam

I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram

Never test the kid so I don't have to clamp

My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown

And I don't really fuck around

I gave my bitch two mil' cause she stuck around

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

Round and round they go, round and round they go

Round and round they go

Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole

Champions, we run the city

Number one, they fallin' from the top

Round and round they go

Round and round they go,

Round and round they go

Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

(That nigga die in a hole...)