Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Chant
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Chant
Jacob Collier
Jacob Collier
Voix supplémentaires
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bryan Sledge
Bryan Sledge
Paroles/Composition
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Paroles/Composition
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Paroles/Composition
Jacob Collier
Jacob Collier
Paroles/Composition
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Paroles/Composition
Rai'Shaun Williams
Rai'Shaun Williams
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Martinez
Ryan Martinez
Paroles/Composition
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Production
Rafael Fai Bautista
Rafael Fai Bautista
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
James Royo
James Royo
Ingénierie de mixage
Ghostrage
Ghostrage
Production
GYRY
GYRY
Production
OG Parker
OG Parker
Production
Section 8
Section 8
Production
Aaron Dahl
Aaron Dahl
Ingénierie de prise de son
G. Ry
G. Ry
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Dolla, ay
DJ MaL-Ski let's get it
[Verse 2]
We the champions
Here in Los Angeles
We doin' numbers
Bringin' home victories
Straight out the huddle
I met the plug
Introduced to my brother
My squad's superior
Ain't nothing above us
We doin' numbers
Gang in the building
We takin' it over
[Verse 3]
Call the promoters
I just pulled up in this thang with my soldiers
I blew a zip and I'm still sober
Zaza, that's mid, I'ma need me some gas
Call up Khalifa (Khalifa)
Bring the McQueen and the KK
He know I stay with some bad lil babies
T-G-O-D, baby, know, that's the gang-gang
Crazy girls after the game
We throwin' hundreds, we goin' insane
Pourin' this liquor out, pourin' this liquor out
Dead homies got me pourin' this liquor out
[Verse 4]
We get awards but we give god the glory
Now shootin' my shot and most times I be scorin'
I do this for my city, I bring home the trophy
Feel like Freddy Mercury
We are...
[Verse 5]
We the champions
Here in Los Angeles
We doin' numbers
Bringin' home victories
Straight out the huddle
I met the plug
Introduced to my brother
My squad's superior
Ain't nothing above us
We doin' numbers
Gang in the building
We takin' it over
[Verse 6]
Feelin' like I can't miss
Baby, it's all in the wrist
You really wanna be the boss, it's expensive
Ain't the real champ if you never defended
Put in that work, I'ma make 'em remember
I just broke down hella trees yelling, "Timber"
Stand in the line, they put me in the center
It blow they mind when they see how I'm winnin'
Went back and doubled up, now you in trouble
My **** all hustle
My diamonds all huddled up
T-G-O-D got this shit off the muscle
Ask me 'bout my life, man, I love it, I love it
Got so many rings I need room for another one
Been through the pain, now it ain't now more struggle
My team win the game, put our face on the cover, brother
[Verse 7]
We the champions
Here in Los Angeles
We doin' numbers
Bringin' home victories
Straight out the huddle
I met the plug
Introduced to my brother
My squad's superior
Ain't nothing above us
We doin' numbers
Gang in the building
We takin' it over
Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Chandler Texas Ingram, Joshua Parker, Rai'Shaun Williams, Ryan Martinez, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
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