National Champs
I had to take the seats out
I had to put that bomb main interior in the Maybach, nigga
Maybach music!
She know you niggas monkey niggas
She want a money makin mogul nigga
Quit smilin like you know a nigga
You ain't no boss, how you owe a nigga
I'm the flame that the game needed
Let y'all fiends use the same needle
See my chain know the click fatal
I turned a dream into a record label
Holdin' my hammer, it get cold in the winter
My lil niggas on fire, I fucks with no sex offenders
Got all the bitches, lyrics is vicious
Taylor my breeches, remainin' consistent
I keep to myself, most neighbors be snitches
I bought me a mansion, dope boy in the district
Brick in the trunk, V7 be movin'
Hundred black gaskets, in honor of booben
I'm shippin' that boy, to my dawg in Detroit
Let him run through the Chi, oh me oh my
Keepin' it real, my niggas invented
Beginnin' to climb, you niggas descendin'
Brick heaven, if a bitch hate
Ma be mad how I'm ballin' like I'm Nick Saban
National champs, look at my rings
Charlie Ward, I play for two teams
The DeMarcus cousins, way of doing things
Call it dirty money, look at all the joy it brings
Gavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Mickey Arison
Bitch I'm a fuckin' boss
Keep your enemies close
Yeah, yeah
Like the weed that you smoke
Yeah, yeah
Watch the words that you speak
Yeah, yeah
Leave that shit in the streets
Yeah, yeah
Your homie hatin', want to see you home invaded
Tweetin' your location, got all these killers racin'
Meanwhile I'm selling records, trynna move vinyl
Killin' like making records, niggas wanna sign you
Hit, hit, go make another hit
Big advance for a nigga he could never get
Nigga hatin' on me send his address to my gmail
On my twitter bio why the fuck you think it's up there?
Fuck your show nigga, I'll fuck your hoe nigga
You just a half a brick, I'm that whole nigga
You a half a man, I'm a gold nigga
So when you try me, I'ma throw nigga
That's all I can say
Yeah, yeah
Take 'em to trial
Yeah, yeah
Keep your enemies close
Yeah, yeah
Like the weed that you smoke
Yeah, yeah
Watch the words that you speak
Yeah, yeah
Leave that shit in the streets
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to put that bomb main interior in the Maybach, nigga
Maybach music!
She know you niggas monkey niggas
She want a money makin mogul nigga
Quit smilin like you know a nigga
You ain't no boss, how you owe a nigga
I'm the flame that the game needed
Let y'all fiends use the same needle
See my chain know the click fatal
I turned a dream into a record label
Holdin' my hammer, it get cold in the winter
My lil niggas on fire, I fucks with no sex offenders
Got all the bitches, lyrics is vicious
Taylor my breeches, remainin' consistent
I keep to myself, most neighbors be snitches
I bought me a mansion, dope boy in the district
Brick in the trunk, V7 be movin'
Hundred black gaskets, in honor of booben
I'm shippin' that boy, to my dawg in Detroit
Let him run through the Chi, oh me oh my
Keepin' it real, my niggas invented
Beginnin' to climb, you niggas descendin'
Brick heaven, if a bitch hate
Ma be mad how I'm ballin' like I'm Nick Saban
National champs, look at my rings
Charlie Ward, I play for two teams
The DeMarcus cousins, way of doing things
Call it dirty money, look at all the joy it brings
Gavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Mickey Arison
Bitch I'm a fuckin' boss
Keep your enemies close
Yeah, yeah
Like the weed that you smoke
Yeah, yeah
Watch the words that you speak
Yeah, yeah
Leave that shit in the streets
Yeah, yeah
Your homie hatin', want to see you home invaded
Tweetin' your location, got all these killers racin'
Meanwhile I'm selling records, trynna move vinyl
Killin' like making records, niggas wanna sign you
Hit, hit, go make another hit
Big advance for a nigga he could never get
Nigga hatin' on me send his address to my gmail
On my twitter bio why the fuck you think it's up there?
Fuck your show nigga, I'll fuck your hoe nigga
You just a half a brick, I'm that whole nigga
You a half a man, I'm a gold nigga
So when you try me, I'ma throw nigga
That's all I can say
Yeah, yeah
Take 'em to trial
Yeah, yeah
Keep your enemies close
Yeah, yeah
Like the weed that you smoke
Yeah, yeah
Watch the words that you speak
Yeah, yeah
Leave that shit in the streets
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Bryan Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
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- Champagne Moments
- Too Good To Be True
- Receipts - Single
- Richer Than I Ever Been (Deluxe)
- Richer Than I Ever Been
- Little Havana (feat. Willie Falcon & The-Dream) - Single
- Little Havana (feat. Willie Falcon & The-Dream)
- Outlawz (feat. Jazmine Sullivan & 21 Savage) - Single
- Pinned to the Cross (feat. Finn Matthews) - Single
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