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The champ is here
Walked in this black, all black, I'ma villian
Drop top, in the coupe in the Benz with no ceilin'
Took your bitch, you just mad, in your feelings
Me and young Nick been plottin' on some millions
Blowin' up the smoke, blowin' out them clouds (on them clouds)
And I'm buildin' with rich bitch, looks like Paris Hilton
Or that London Tipton (rich bitch), smokin' coolin' chillin' (rich bitch)
Bentley, zoom and driftin' (driftin'), my bitch she thick, she fitted (model bitch)
My villian know I'm with it (with it, with it) (bitch)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (what?) (yea)
Champ, yea
Bitch it's Christo, yea you know it's me (yea you know it)
Rollin up some weed with some mo'fuckin' potency (I'm smokin' gas)
Servin' up then pies like a mo'fuckin' bakery (I'm servin' pies)
Look up in my eyes, you can tell there ain't no fake in me (in my eyes)
Niggas talk 'bout up but, they ain't 'bout none'n
Juke your lil' jab then I hit you with a counter
Fuckin' with the Champ, shit get rock like a mountain
I can pull you bitch because my drip be like a fountain, yea
Uh, smokin', now, it's cloudy (smoke)
I be stayin' up and I be sippin' on the drowsy (sip)
Gettin bitch lifted, then I hit it, then I'm outti (bitch)
Gettin' to the mission, flippin' zips is just my hobby
My bitch look like Cindy Crawford when it's August
Then get a new thang by the time it's autumn
My niggas tell me to get 'em, you know I got 'em
I gotta keep my phone on silent, these bitches callin'
Champ
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock
Dead stock
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
Dead stock
Dead stock
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
Walked in this black, all black, I'ma villian
Drop top, in the coupe in the Benz with no ceilin'
Took your bitch, you just mad, in your feelings
Me and young Nick been plottin' on some millions
Blowin' up the smoke, blowin' out them clouds (on them clouds)
And I'm buildin' with rich bitch, looks like Paris Hilton
Or that London Tipton (rich bitch), smokin' coolin' chillin' (rich bitch)
Bentley, zoom and driftin' (driftin'), my bitch she thick, she fitted (model bitch)
My villian know I'm with it (with it, with it) (bitch)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (what?) (yea)
Champ, yea
Bitch it's Christo, yea you know it's me (yea you know it)
Rollin up some weed with some mo'fuckin' potency (I'm smokin' gas)
Servin' up then pies like a mo'fuckin' bakery (I'm servin' pies)
Look up in my eyes, you can tell there ain't no fake in me (in my eyes)
Niggas talk 'bout up but, they ain't 'bout none'n
Juke your lil' jab then I hit you with a counter
Fuckin' with the Champ, shit get rock like a mountain
I can pull you bitch because my drip be like a fountain, yea
Uh, smokin', now, it's cloudy (smoke)
I be stayin' up and I be sippin' on the drowsy (sip)
Gettin bitch lifted, then I hit it, then I'm outti (bitch)
Gettin' to the mission, flippin' zips is just my hobby
My bitch look like Cindy Crawford when it's August
Then get a new thang by the time it's autumn
My niggas tell me to get 'em, you know I got 'em
I gotta keep my phone on silent, these bitches callin'
Champ
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock
Dead stock
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
Dead stock
Dead stock
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it up (yea)
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Writer(s): Brent Pradia
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