Champs Élysées

Yeah, go, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh

The Rolls or the Maybach, whatever I'm pickin', don't matter, she goin', uh
Patek or the AP, I might cop a Richard, I'm tired of the Rollies, yeah
I done seen all of these niggas, I feel like I'm Kobe
You speak on the greatest, you know what it is, I'm like, "Rest in peace, Kobe"

Still got a knife in my back from the ones who ain't one of them ones, I'm already knowin'
That's why I look 'em inside of their eyes whenever they lie, 'cause I know where it's goin'
I know they wish they could see me what the youngin' was destined to be
They got caught in the moment
You never heard of the rabbit and tortoise, lil' nigga, you better know motion is motion

And we in the deep end right now with the sharks
I bought the Lamb' truck and I left it parked
Stars in the roof for whenever it's dark
She had wanted some Skims, I just gave her my card
With a body like that I'm like, "Oh my God," would have thought she was Kim
I forgot her name, so I went 'head and bought her the Mercedes-Benz

Yeah, go, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh

I'm 'bout to put you on Vogue, uh
Walk in Met Gala, yo' dress on the floor
F-single karat, it came with a coat
Horse Buchanan on the toes ('chanan on the toes)
Face card valid, I lick on her toes
Came from my spot, from some hills in the road
The mansion in the hills, I need a few more
Five hundred Ms, I'm tryna reach the goal

Whip it (whip it), uh, uh
Picture me whippin' that Rolls (whippin' that Rolls)
Whip, uh, chicken (chicken), whip that shit out of the bowl (out of the bowl)
Bentley, can't do the fishbowl (no)
Sneaky link, keepin' it low (keepin' it low)
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is (know what it is)
I got you, and, no, you can't post"

Go, uh, uh
Look how I'm reachin' my goals
Whip it, uh, whip it, uh
This here came right off the stove, uh
Champs-Élysées, uh, she wanna shop for some clothes, uh
I told her, "Baby, you know what it is, I'm 'bout to put you in Vogue," uh



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Writer(s): Unknown, Sergio Kitchens, Jason Constantin, Nau Jour Grainger, Anthoine Walters
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