Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champion, artist - Nicki Minaj. Album song Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Champion |
Mmm |
This is celebration, this is levitation |
Look at how you winning now? |
This took dedication |
This is meditation, higher education |
This the official, competitor elimination |
I-I-I-I was taking trips, with Web to move weight |
Came back to Queens, to hit up a new state |
Bitches don’t know the half, like they flunk they math |
Bitches ain’t half, cut up crack, up in the stash |
50 Cent Italian, icy flow |
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone |
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas |
But my memory’s, only happy images |
This is for the hood, this is for the kids |
This is for the single mothers; |
niggas doing bids |
This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Viola, Sharika |
Candace, Thembi, Lauren, Aisha |
It’s a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) |
It’s times like these (Ooh, ooh) |
They know who we are by now (They know who we are) |
Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) |
Yeah, okay |
We made it to America |
I remember when I used to stay with Erica |
Label transferred 20 million to Comerica |
It’s fucking terrible, it’s got me acting out of character |
Young T.O. |
nigga, either riding range |
Or Ferrari top down, screaming, «Money ain’t a thang!» |
Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change |
'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know |
Making hits in three acre cribs |
Cooking up tryna eat niggas, steak and ribs |
I made a couple stars outta basic chicks |
Nowadays blow the candles out, don’t even make a wish |
Having good times, making good money |
Lot of bad bitches, but they good to me |
I make them do the splits for a rack |
Wish you niggas good luck, tryna get where I’m at |
Straight like that |
It’s a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) |
It’s times like these (Ooh, ooh) |
They know who we are by now (They know who we are) |
Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) |
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; |
'Melo |
Tell me one thing you won’t do: settle |
Give me one word for your chain: yellow |
Pocket full of money, black cars; |
ghetto |
Critics say I ain’t in the game, A. I |
Jeezy, how you deal with the fame? |
Stay high |
Stay putting on for the town, may I? |
What you call a crib in the sky? |
Play-high |
Over a mil in three weeks, yeah I did it like a champ |
Momma taught me pride, yeah she did it with the stamps |
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo |
Somebody tell these local hating niggas, I’m global |
Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going |
What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing? |
Don’t let me hit up Shawn Carter, hundred bottles of the Ace |
Let me hit up Sean Combs, hundred cases to my place, let’s celebrate |
It’s a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) |
It’s times like these (Ooh, ooh) |
They know who we are by now (They know who we are) |
Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) |
What up, Nicki? |
It’s Nasty, yeah |
I saw my first two million dollars, I was 23 |
I’m barely a man, yet, I had some killers under me |
This ain’t rated PG, this rated PJ |
'Cause that’s where a nigga from; |
murder on replay |
My 24th b-day, I’m sailing to Bermy, you can see me on a yacht |
Blasting Pac, little knot, I ain’t greedy |
I’m back to thugging, bitches |
Back to making them kiss other bitches |
My man sister like me, I don’t fuck my brother sister |
I just aspire your desire to be different |
My ten year old plan is just one year to finish |
My list looks like this, first thing that you’ll discover |
The difference in pussy: white, black, Latin and other |
Here’s a man who clearly isn’t basic |
Waiting list, just to hear me or witness the greatness |
Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter: Fast Cash Life |
Happily ever after |
Champions |
It’s a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) |
It’s times like these (Ooh, ooh) |
They know who we are by now (They know who we are) |
Champion, the champions (champion, champion) |