Stevie Wonder

The champ is here

Dirty Sprite, in the mix
Foreign bitch, hella thick
Dirty Sprite, in the mix
Foreign bitch, hella thick
Gettin' this cash and I walk it out (Out)
I'm poppin' these percs, I don't talk a lot (Huh)
Your bitch give me head in the parking lot (Yea)
I cook and whip, and I smoke the pot (Yea)(Pot)
I'm Lowey, that nigga, I'm from the south (South) (Drip)
Look at my wrist, that's a hundred thou (Sauce)
Eatin' that pussy. that bitch, I'ma cannibal
Flex on these niggas, this shit is casual
Pull out my diamonds, my diamonds so natural
Pullin' your wifey, your girlfriend, that's prodigal
Main bitch a model, my bitch is so natural
Top of the building, on top of the capital
Wait
She a two piece (Huh)
Off the molly (Yea)
Gettin' money blue cheese (Yea, yea)
She a two piece (Huh)
Off the molly (Yea)
Gettin' money blue cheese (Yea, yea)
Fuckin' model groupies (Yea, woah woah)
Wear designer Loui (Yea, woah)
She a two piece (Yea yea) (Woah)
Off the molly (Yea)
Gettin' money blue cheese (Yea, yea)
Fuckin' model groupies (Yea, yea)
Wear designer Loui (Yea, woah)

Yea, never sober I get high through all of my lows
Fuck a opp, I'ma smile at all of my foes
Fake shit, ain't got time for that anymore
Stevie Wonder what I'm doin', can't see what I'm on
Never sober I get high through all of my lows
Fuck a opp, I'ma smile at all of my foes
Fake shit, ain't got time for that anymore
Stevie Wonder what I'm doin', can't see what I'm on (Okay)

Champ
I get that cash and I add it up
Can't fuck that bitch she ain't bad enough
In Texas smokin' that cactus
Home of the hoes with the fat butts
Damn, shawty so thick
Hopped in her pool 'cause she wet as fish
Fuck, I gotta reup real quick
Give her the dick then I hop on her whip
Pick up this reefer and serve out her Kia
I get to this money as fast as a cheetah
Me and honey got somethin' between us
But, when I come though, man, she don't wanna leave me
That hoe a squeezer, I don't really need her
I switch out my hoes like I switch out my sneakers
Ouu, I poured a eight in a liter
Get styrofoam cups and I sip with my people
Smokin' with my crew, 512, we got juice, uh
Your bitch, she my boo, she got curves like cashews, yea
And she play my music, and she know my crew lit
All about them hundreds, talkin' 'bout them blue chips
You snooze then you lose but, my niggas ain't losin'
You boys actin' hard but, like who is you foolin'?
Bitch, you know I do this, y'all fake like illusion
I'ma have to school 'em, treat em like my students

Yea, never sober I get high through all of my lows
Fuck a opp, I'ma smile at all of my foes
Fake shit, ain't got time for that anymore
Stevie Wonder what I'm doin', can't see what I'm on
Never sober I get high through all of my lows
Fuck a opp, I'ma smile at all of my foes
Fake shit, ain't got time for that anymore
Stevie Wonder what I'm doin', can't see what I'm on (Okay)



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Writer(s): Brent Pradia
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