Champions song by Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Yo Gotti, Quavo & Desiigner from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Motown, Pop Rap, Trap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Champions Meaning
| [[Verse 1: Quavo] (Quavo!) Lifestyle on camera (Camera) Hundred thousand dollar chandelier (Chandelier) They tried to turn me to an animal (Animal) But white people think I’m radical (Radical) Supermodels think I’m handsome (Handsome) You might think I’m too aggressive (Aggressive) But really I think I’m too passive (Hey) ‘Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin’ (Bow) [Chorus: 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: 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’ Wouldn’t none these niggas 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 mothafucka! And they still ain’t ready yet for a muhfucka! 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 mothafucka (Hah) And they still ain’t ready yet for a mothafucka (No) Gucci Mane and I’m ’bout to put my Yeezys on (Huh?) Now that Gucci home, it’s over for you Gucci clones [Chorus: Travis Scott, Big Sean] 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 (Prayer) 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 Fuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory My niggas keep it a century I blow the check up, nigga, detonation Kill ’em one by one, Final Destination Top 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 (Okay) She all off in my jersey lookin’ underdressed I’m finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX With… , [Chorus: 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 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 ho 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 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 logos on bowls in this bitch Like I’m a serial killer I put the real in gorilla I did this shit for my niggas , [Chorus: 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 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 fuck up the neighborhood Let’s fuck up the neighborhood Buy every house in this bitch 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 shit let me slow it down Way more shit 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 (Gucci!) 1017’s the Squad, Gucci Mane’s the stamp And he don’t never 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 Jane, 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 [Chorus: 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 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] |
