Icewear Vezzo, Babyface Ray - Champions lyrics

Yea, aye we the champions
Remember I ain't have the shit
Gymnast with the cash
Make the bag do a backwards flip
I already got the head
Im cool you can have the bitch
Fucked up Barney's and im
Payin' for the damages
Playin' with a real one
And get yo candle lit
Been already had a sack before
I ran the fifth yea that lil' hoe you love
We then ran the bitch
Cashed new 5 60 then crashed the bitch
Throw the money in the air hoes scrambling
Fuck the club up and then pay for damages
I'ont care how much you bring
I can handle it grab the money phone
Makes some calls then it's vanishing
Me and Ghost sliding in that Vette
Seats red Tec mama worried
Prayin' for me daily all my friends trap
Sent him on a money route
Then I tell him head back
I heard he tryna shop
He ain't gang? Get his ass taxed

Playin' with them rubber bands
Get yo ass stretched
Yea and since yo homies love you
Hit yo mans next
Heard they fuck with you in shhh
What they payin' Ray?
Still sittin' on these pints
They can't stand that
Yea, been shootin' shit
Im like Rambo with chops
How I pull up they don't know
If im Lando or not
Been coming down since ridin' Ashants'
No patience with this shit
Take my ass to the dock
Met a plug in San Fran
Took my ass to the block
I was down, they ain't throw me shit
My head to the sky
Quit playin' with the law the Feds is a lot
Word in the streets you gettin' money
They sayin' you hot
Quarter million dollar loan off of Calvin
Nigga code name Blue bitch im Melvin
Yea AP dead it's a skeleton
Break a brick put it back
Together now it's salvaged
Old money still spend word to Dalvin
My old hoes wanna fuck that was
RandomNiggas out here grown as fuck
Money childish
I been countin' all this paper up
Money calluses Nigga