Kanye WestChampions (Round & Round)

[Intro: Quavo] (Quavo) Lifestyle on camera Hundred thousand dollar chandelier They tried to turn me to an animal But white people think I'm radical Supermodels think I'm handsome You might think I'm too aggressive Really I think I'm too passive Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' [Hook: Travis Scott] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go [Verse 1: Kanye West] 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' Wasn't nothin', you could say nothin' I done lost and made money Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka! And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka! Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Fresh out the feds in this mothafucka And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones [Hook: Travis Scott] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) 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 [Verse 3: Big Sean] 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 and me Subtractin' the negative energy With the family, turn your ass to a memory My niggas team of the century I blow the check up, detonation Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination Time my destination I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflecting Satan I'm a mothafuckin' 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... [Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) 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 trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho [Interlude: Quavo] Lifestyle on camera Hundred thousand dollar chandelier They tried to turn me to an animal But white people think I'm radical Supermodels think I'm handsome You might think I'm too aggressive Really I think I'm too passive Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] 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 hoe's mouth like a toothpick Anyone get in my way Nothin' to say, I tote them choppas like pool sticks I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks I come and find your apartments We never had our damn pool fixed Walk in the mall with my new bitch Tell that bitch 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 [?] hoes in this bitch Like I'm a serial killer I put the real in gorilla I did this shit for my niggas [Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) 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 trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho 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 Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho [Verse 5: Yo Gotti] I'm Yo Gotti! Reach for my chain is 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 racks in the kitchen go round and round Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found Official trapper let me show it down More shit than a Pamper All we rock is bandanas Whips on nasty, no manners I just got head in a Phantom [Verse 6: Gucci Mane] She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ She say money make her strip, 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 ride 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 [Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) 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 trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho 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 Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho
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