Champions

Yea, aye we the champions Remember I ain't have the shit Gymnast with the cash Make the bag do a backwards flip I already got the head Im cool you can have the bitch Fucked up Barney's and im Payin' for the damages Playin' with a real one And get yo candle lit Been already had a sack before I ran the fifth yea that lil' hoe you love We then ran the bitch Cashed new 5 60 then crashed the bitch Throw the money in the air hoes scrambling Fuck the club up and then pay for damages I'ont care how much you bring I can handle it grab the money phone Makes some calls then it's vanishing Me and Ghost sliding in that Vette Seats red Tec mama worried Prayin' for me daily all my friends trap Sent him on a money route Then I tell him head back I heard he tryna shop He ain't gang? Get his ass taxed Playin' with them rubber bands Get yo ass stretched Yea and since yo homies love you Hit yo mans next Heard they fuck with you in shhh What they payin' Ray? Still sittin' on these pints They can't stand that Yea, been shootin' shit Im like Rambo with chops How I pull up they don't know If im Lando or not Been coming down since ridin' Ashants' No patience with this shit Take my ass to the dock Met a plug in San Fran Took my ass to the block I was down, they ain't throw me shit My head to the sky Quit playin' with the law the Feds is a lot Word in the streets you gettin' money They sayin' you hot Quarter million dollar loan off of Calvin Nigga code name Blue bitch im Melvin Yea AP dead it's a skeleton Break a brick put it back Together now it's salvaged Old money still spend word to Dalvin My old hoes wanna fuck that was RandomNiggas out here grown as fuck Money childish I been countin' all this paper up Money calluses Nigga --- Champions - Icewear Vezzo and Babyface Ray