Champions

Quavo!

Lifestyle on camera

100 thousand dollar chandelier

They tried to turn me to a animal

But white people think I'm radical

Supermodels think I'm handsome

You might think I'm too aggressive

But really, I think I'm too passive

Till I pull out the chopper, start blasting

1500, all in singles

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'

Wouldn't none of these **** say nothin'

I done lost and made money

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

And I'm fresh out of debt in this motherfucker

And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker

Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on

I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store (It's Gucci!)

Fresh out the feds in this motherfucker

And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker

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

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

1500, all in singles

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 in me

Subtractin' the negative energy

Fuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory

My **** keep it a century

I blow the check up, ****, detonation

Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination

Time my destination

I got guardian angels all around a ****, that's deflecting Satan

I'm a motherfuckin' 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

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 (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down 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 ho mouth like a toothpick

Anyone get in my way, nothin' to say

I tote them choppers like pool sticks

I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris

Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks

I'm comin' from the apartments

We never had our damn pool fixed

Walk in the mall with my new bitch

Tell her to 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 I could go bowl in this bitch

Versace logos on bowls in this bitch

Like I'm a serial killer

I put the real in gorilla

I did this shit for my ****, yeah

1500, all in singles

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 (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down 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)

Round and round they go (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)

Reach for my chain? That's suicide

The car I 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 wrist in the kitchen goin' round and round

Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down

The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found

Official trap shit, let me slow it down

Way more shit than a Pamper

All we rock is bandanas

Whip so nasty, no manners

I just got head in a Phantom

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

She say money make her cum, 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 ridin' 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 cram

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

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 (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down 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 (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)