Big Champ lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
At the InterContinental, got a freak on her knees
I been focused on the guala, gettin' cheese
Had to put that lil' b*tch on freeze (Ooh)
'Cause we don't lease two hundred and fifty in the breeze (Ooh)
I've been all about the birds and bees and the keys
Gotta run up a couple million every week
I'm big champ, I'm, I'm trophy (Yeah)
I'm in a McLaren, 'bout to go OT, uh

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I'm at the right speed
Got you out your soul and body and your psyche
I went way too heartless now, I need a IV
Livin' in the iverly tank, if you need a ID
They come and stop at me
They come outside, I hit the drive-through
Whip 'saillеs for me then slide, I had my main b*tch bеside me
Promises, when we do the creep we keep it quietly
How 'bout this, I'ma lock you in my mental diary
Now let's hit, hard premonition sittin' in a vision (Ooh)
Mad superstitious, steppin' over cracks
Crack a n*gga jaw for talkin' on the set
Shavin' that little b*tch, I'm feelin' over-edge, no Gillette
I go overboard might send you over ledge on my respect
We've been doing this sh*t way over, over time with no regrets
I'm chewing everything, and popping everything til' I forget
At the top floor, we done got a suite, like a townhouse
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
At the InterContinental, got a freak on her knees
I been focused on the guala, gettin' cheese
Had to put that lil' b*tch on freeze (Ooh)
'Cause we don't lease two hundred and fifty in the breeze (Ooh)
I've been all about the birds and bees and the keys
Gotta run up a couple million every week
I'm big champ, I'm, I'm trophy (Yeah)
I'm in a McLaren, 'bout to go OT, uh

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
Ha, I got caught with my new boy, Noah Boo
Callin' my ghetto b*tch, she know she my go-to
Once you get that new Benz, I'ma mold you
Get back b*tch, I don't even know you
Now I got to check Instagram models gon' curve me
All a n*gga know is that I'm riding too dirty
Now I gotta lie, tell my momma, "Don't worry"
The day a n*gga retire, got a top-two jersey
How does it feel when you on top (Ooh)
When we was really live in the field for real
n*gga I was poppin' way before the deal
And I had to double-down on the Richard Mille
And the cul-de-Shaq, like I'm O'Neal
Got the drugs in the back like I'm Mike Will
Tell me how much time will it take
For all these n*ggas to find they place
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
At the InterContinental, got a freak on her knees
I been focused on the guala, gettin' cheese
Had to put that lil' b*tch on freeze (Ooh)
'Cause we don't lease two hundred and fifty in the breeze (Ooh)
I've been all about the birds and bees and the keys
Gotta run up a couple million every week
I'm big champ, I'm, I'm trophy (Yeah)
I'm in a McLaren, 'bout to go OT, uh