Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Yo

Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Yo Gotti, Quavo & Desiigner – Champions Lyrics

Champions

Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Yo Gotti, Quavo & Desiigner

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"Champions." - Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Yo Gotti, Quavo & Desiigner

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 02:38 am

Album: Champions - Single

Track No: 01

Quavo!
Lifestyle on camera
100 thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to a animal
But white people think I'm radical
Supermodels think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
But really, I think I'm too passive
Till I pull out the chopper, start blasting
1500, all in singles
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
Round and round they go
Pray for me
I'm about to hit the "Ye button"
I don't wanna say nothin' wrong
But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'
Imagine if I ain't say somethin'
Wouldn't none of these **** say nothin'
I done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
And I'm fresh out of debt in this motherfucker
And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker
Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store (It's Gucci!)
Fresh out the feds in this motherfucker
And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci home, it's over for you Gucci clones
1500, all in singles
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
Round and round they go
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
Round and round they go
Round and round they go
Look, I say a prayer for my enemies
They cannot slow down what's meant for me
Funny how they come around
Like I can't see through their secret identities
Lately, it's all about zen in me
Subtractin' the negative energy
Fuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory
My **** keep it a century
I blow the check up, ****, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Time my destination
I got guardian angels all around a ****, that's deflecting Satan
I'm a motherfuckin' champion
This right here the fuckin' anthem
I can't dap you without hand san'
I don't know where your dirty ass hands been
I wake up to like a hundred texts
Championship team, but we can't cut the net
She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed
I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX
With 1500
1500, all in singles
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go (Round and round they go, round and round they go)
Round and round they go (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)
I took a nap in the pulpit
I never like how a suit fit
I got a pocket full of money
It got me walkin' all slew-foot
I'm on my wave like a cruise ship
In that ho mouth like a toothpick
Anyone get in my way, nothin' to say
I tote them choppers like pool sticks
I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris
Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks
I'm comin' from the apartments
We never had our damn pool fixed
Walk in the mall with my new bitch
Tell her to get the whole rack
My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See, that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck
Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck
I got a mansion full of marble floors
It look like I could go bowl in this bitch
Versace logos on bowls in this bitch
Like I'm a serial killer
I put the real in gorilla
I did this shit for my ****, yeah
1500, all in singles
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go (Round and round they go, round and round they go)
Round and round they go (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
Round and round they go (Round and round they go, round and round)
Round and round they go (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)
Reach for my chain? That's suicide
The car I drive fit two inside
They mad at Ye cause he all in the neighborhood
But he let them goons inside
Let's fuck up the neighborhood
Let's fuck up the neighborhood
Buy every house in this bitch
You know that the money good
My wrist in the kitchen goin' round and round
Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down
The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found
Official trap shit, let me slow it down
Way more shit than a Pamper
All we rock is bandanas
Whip so nasty, no manners
I just got head in a Phantom
She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ
She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp
1017's the squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp
And he don't ever sleep, he's a fuckin' vamp
I heard your bitch ridin' on the bus, you don't give a damn
My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am
I love my Auntie Jean, but fuck Uncle Sam
I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram
**** never test the kid so I don't have to cram
My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown
And I don't really fuck around
I gave my bitch two mil' cause she stuck around
1500, all in singles
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go (Round and round they go, round and round they go)
Round and round they go (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
Round and round they go (Round and round they go)
Round and round they go (Rather be strapped up and ride with the pole, then to get down in a hole)

Writer(s): Kanye West, Alain Macklovitch, Lexus Lewis, MIKE DEAN, Noah Goldstein, Radric Davis, Sean Anderson, Ty Epps, Jacques Webster II, Mario Mims, Quavious Marshall, Sidney Selby & Derek Watkins.

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