the internet lyrics database
5
Playlist new! 4.8 / 5 (13) Share Play

"Champions" Lyrics

Kanye West feat. Gucci Mane, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Yo Gotti, Quavo and Desiigner

[Intro: 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
Really I think I'm too passive
Till I pull out the chopper, start blasting

[Hook: Travis 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 1: Kanye West]
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'
Wasn't nothin', you could say nothin'
I done lost and made money
Now I'm m4kin' somethin' they can't take from me
Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafvcka!
And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafvcka!
Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Fresh out the feds in this mothafvcka
And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafvcka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones

[Hook: Travis 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

[Verse 3: 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 their secret ident!ties
Lately it's all about Zen and me
Subtractin' the negative energy
With the family, turn your a5s to a memory
My n!ggas team of the century
I bl0w the check up, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Time my destination
I got guardian angels all around a n!gga, that's deflecting Satan
I'm a mothafvckin' champion
This right here the fvckin' anthem
I can't dab you without hand sand
I don't know where your d!rty a5s 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!tch a Honda CRX
With 1500,

[Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner]
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

[Interlude: 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
Really I think I'm too passive
Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'

[Verse 4: 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 hos mouth like a toothpick
Anyone get in my way
Nothin' 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 b!tch
Tell that b!tch get the whole rack
My new b!tch gon' pull me a new b!tch
Then pull me a new b!tch
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!tch
Versace ___? hos in this b!tch
Like I'm a serial killer
I put the real in gorilla
I did this sh!t for my n!ggas

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 5: 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 fvck up the neighborhood
Let's fvck up the neighborhood
Buy every house in this b!tch
You know that the money good
My racks 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 trapper let me show it down
More sh!t than a Pamper
All we rock is bandanas
Whips so nasty, no manners
I just got head in a Phantom

[Verse 6: Gucci Mane]
She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ
She say money make her str!p, Gucci make her damp
1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp
And he don't ever sleep, he's a fvckin' vamp
I heard your b!tch ride on the bus, you don't give a damn
My b!tch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am
I love my Auntie Jean, but fvck 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 fvck around
I gave my b!tch two mil' cause she stuck around

[Repeat Hook]
This song was submitted on October 29th, 2014 and last modified on June 23rd, 2016.
Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

Song Details

Album:
Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
Rank: (−)
Charts:view all »
Referring URLs:view all »

Video

Songs you may also like

  • same artist
  • popular on LSI
  • new on LSI

Contributors

leaderboard activity

Comments

Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)