Noah Goldstein - Champions lyrics

[Verse 1: Quavo] (Quavo!) 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 But really I think I'm too pa**ive 'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' [Hook: Travi$ Scott] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop 'Round and 'round they go 'Round and 'round they go [Verse 2: Kanye West] Pray for me I'm about to hit the Ye bu*ton 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 these n***as 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 mothaf**a! And they still ain't ready yet for a mothaf**a! Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci! Fresh out the feds in this mothaf**a And they still ain't ready yet for a mothaf**a Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on Now that Gucci home, it's over for you Gucci clones [Hook: Travi$ Scott] 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 (straight up) [Verse 4: Big Sean] 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 they secret identities Lately it's all about Zen in me Subtractin' the negative energy f** with the family, turn your a** to a memory My n***as keep it a century I blow the check up, n***a, detonation k** 'em one by one, Final Destination Time my destination I got guardian angels all around a n***a, that's deflectin' Satan I'm a mothaf**in' champion This right here the f**in' anthem I can't dap you without hand san' I don't know where your dirty a** 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 b**h a Honda CRX With... [Hook: Travi$ Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop 'Round and 'round they go 'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go 'Round and 'round they go I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole Than to get down in a hole [Verse 5: 2 Chainz] 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 mouth like a toothpick Anyone get in my way Nothin' to say, I tote 'em choppas 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 b**h Tell her to get the whole rack My new b**h gon' pull me a new b**h Then pull me a new b**h 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 b**h Versace logos on bowls in this b**h Like I'm a serial k**er I put the real in gorilla I did this sh** for my n***as [Hook: Travi$ Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop 'Round and 'round they go 'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go 'Round and 'round they go I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole Than 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 it go, 'round and 'round it go 'Round and 'round they go I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole Than to get down in a hole [Verse 6: Yo Gotti] I'm Yo Gotti! Reach for my chain is 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 f** up the neighborhood Let's f** up the neighborhood Buy every house in this b**h You know that the money good My wrist 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 trap sh** let me slow it down Way more sh** than a Pamper All we rock is bandanas Whips so nasty, no manners I just got head in a Phantom [Verse 7: Gucci Mane] 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 never sleep, he's a f**in' vamp I heard your b**h ride on the bus, you don't give a damn My b**h drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am I love my Auntie Jean, but f** Uncle Sam I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram n***as 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 f** around I gave my b**h two mil' cause she stuck around [Hook: Travi$ Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop 'Round and 'round they go 'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go 'Round and 'round they go I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole Than 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 it go 'Round and 'round they go I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole Than to get down in a hole