Champions lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray & Icewear Vezzo]
Yea, aye
We the champions, remember I ain't have the sh*t
Gymnast with the cash, make the bag do a backwards flip
I already got the head, im cool you can have the b*tch
f*cked 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 b*tch
Cashed new 5 60 then crashed the b*tch
Throw the money in the air hoes scrambling
f*ck 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 its 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

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray]
Playin' with them rubber-bands get yo ass stretched
Yea and since yo homies love you, hit yo mans next
Heard they f*ck with you in shhh, what they payin' Ray?
Still sittin' on these pints they can't stand that
Yea, been shootin' sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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
n*gga code name Blue b*tch im Melvin
Yea AP dead its a skeleton
Break a brick put it back together now its salvaged
Old money still spend word to Dalvin
My old hoes wanna f*ck that was randomn*ggas out here grown as f*ck, money childish
I been countin' all this paper up, money calluses n*gga