Champs

I always knew that I'd become the champ
Smoother than most, turn me on like a lamp
Ain't worried 'bout hoes, she can't call me no simp
But I move like player, something like a pimp
And I follow the money everywhere I go
Dreams of big cities, I'm selling out shows
Feel like Jeffery the way I go get it and go
She love it, she hate it when I do the most

Stay on my grind, I'm in love with myself
Getting the bag, I'm in love with my wealth
I can't trust nobody else but myself
Nobody can play you like you play yourself
Stay on my grind, I'm in love with myself
Getting the bag, I'm in love with my wealth
I can't trust nobody else but myself

I promise niggas can't handle the truth
Speaking the facts when we get in the booth
Cooking shit up like we making a stew
Me and my brodie all over the news
It's for the right reason, don't get that shit twisted
Me and my niggas we not into mischief
Getting that money, I swear we addicted
Hop in the black and white 'Vette and it's tinted
Yeah, yeah
I swear I don't need her
That little bitch, she a eater
Ballin' like I'm Derek Jeter
Pockets too fat look like Peter
Top of this shit, feel like Ceaser
Fuck with me, turn into Reaper
Shawty keep sayin' she love me
But I am not gone believe her

Smoother than most, got LV on my belt
I need a nurse, all this pain I done felt
I ball like I'm Michael, I swim like I'm Phelps
Stay in the gym, got to work on my reps
Niggas went right so I had to go left
Fighting my demons, I'm bad for your health
It is what it is so I'm stacking my wealth
I'm knocking 'em out getting titles and belts

Stay on my grind, I'm in love with myself
Getting the bag, I'm in love with my wealth
I can't trust nobody else but myself
Nobody can play you like you play yourself
Stay on my grind, I'm in love with myself
Getting the bag, I'm in love with my wealth
I can't trust nobody else but myself

I promise niggas can't handle the truth
Speaking the facts when we get in the booth
Cooking shit up like we making a stew
Me and my brodie all over the news
It's for the right reason, don't get that shit twisted
Me and my niggas we not into mischief
Getting that money, I swear we addicted
Hop in the black and white 'Vette and it's tinted



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Writer(s): Jacob Robinson
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