Champion
Counting every bill
I don't want a dollar more
Fuck on how you feel
Bitch I got it off the floor
Plottin on a mill
Never trippin on a hoe
Yuh I always keep it real
All the foes all faux
Champion da bag
Yuh I gotta keep a pole
Stacking up the bread
And I'm cooking up the dough
All up in her head
She my lil throat goat
Better than the rest
They got nothing on my flow
Poppin off the bands
A I got it wit my hands
I don't need to fucken scam
Bitch I'm sticken to the plan
Ima get it with these vans
We stuff it in these bags
Keep a stick up in my pants
And like 3-5 grams
We gone stuff it in the Dutch
I been dodgin all these hoes
Commas by the ones
And I'm slashin all my O's
Fuck about a ex
We on bigger better goals
And I'm really up next
Poppin bottles with the bros
Aye I'm finna cop a stick
Thats on every single fit
Keep it hangin like a dick
Case they wanna throw a fit
Never lackin always ready
Always I keep a plan B
Bitch I got to hold it steady
If I don't then that's on me
Counting every bill
I don't want a dollar more
Fuck on how you feel
Bitch I got it off the floor
Plottin on a mill
Never trippin on a hoe
Yuh I always keep it real
All the foes all faux
Champion da bag
Yuh I gotta keep a pole
Stacking up the bread
And I'm cooking up the dough
All up in her head
She my lil throat goat
Better than the rest
They got nothing on my flow
I don't want a dollar more
Fuck on how you feel
Bitch I got it off the floor
Plottin on a mill
Never trippin on a hoe
Yuh I always keep it real
All the foes all faux
Champion da bag
Yuh I gotta keep a pole
Stacking up the bread
And I'm cooking up the dough
All up in her head
She my lil throat goat
Better than the rest
They got nothing on my flow
Poppin off the bands
A I got it wit my hands
I don't need to fucken scam
Bitch I'm sticken to the plan
Ima get it with these vans
We stuff it in these bags
Keep a stick up in my pants
And like 3-5 grams
We gone stuff it in the Dutch
I been dodgin all these hoes
Commas by the ones
And I'm slashin all my O's
Fuck about a ex
We on bigger better goals
And I'm really up next
Poppin bottles with the bros
Aye I'm finna cop a stick
Thats on every single fit
Keep it hangin like a dick
Case they wanna throw a fit
Never lackin always ready
Always I keep a plan B
Bitch I got to hold it steady
If I don't then that's on me
Counting every bill
I don't want a dollar more
Fuck on how you feel
Bitch I got it off the floor
Plottin on a mill
Never trippin on a hoe
Yuh I always keep it real
All the foes all faux
Champion da bag
Yuh I gotta keep a pole
Stacking up the bread
And I'm cooking up the dough
All up in her head
She my lil throat goat
Better than the rest
They got nothing on my flow
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