Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champions, artist - Damon DashDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Champions |
| 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 passive |
| Till 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 nothing wrong |
| But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothing. |
| Imagine if I ain't say something, |
| Wouldn't none these niggas say nothing, |
| I done lost and made money, |
| Now I'm makin' something 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 and put his Louis on, |
| I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store. |
| Fresh out the feds 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, |
| My niggas team of the century. |
| I blow the check up, nigga, detonation, |
| Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination, |
| Time my destination, |
| I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan, |
| 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. |
| Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl |
| Then to get down with a ho. |
| 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, |
| Nothing 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 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 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. |
| Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl |
| Then to get down with a ho. |
| 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. |
| Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl |
| Then to get down with a ho. |
| 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 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 key, and Imma 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 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 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. |
| Niggas 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, 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. |
| Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl |
| Then to get down with a ho. |
| 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. |
| Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl |
| Then to get down with a ho. |