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Champions
Babyface Ray
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Icewear Vezzo
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Icewear on the beat
Yo really, yo really
Yeah (Icewear Vezzo), 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, I'm cool you can have the bitch
Fucked up Barney's and I'm payin' for the damages
Playin' with a real one, and get yo candle lit
Been already had a sack before I ran the fifth
Yeah, that lil' hoe you love, we then ran the bitch
Cashed new 560 then crashed the bitch
Throw the money in the air hoes scramblin'
Fuck the club up and then pay for damages
I'on't care how much you brin', I can handle it
Grab the money phone, makes some calls then its vanishin'
Me and Ghost slidin' 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
I heard he tryna shop, he ain't gang, get his ass taxed
I heard he ain't gang, playin' gang get his ass wet (yeah, aya)
Playin' with them rubber-bands get your ass stretched
Yeah, since your homies love you, hit yo mans next (yeah)
Heard they fuck with you (shh), what they payin' Ray?
Still sittin' on these pints they can't stand that
Yeah, been shootin' shit, I'm like Rambo with chops
How I pull up they don't know if I'm Lando or not
Been comin' down since ridin' Ashants' (yeah)
No patience with this shit, take my ass to the dock (whoo)
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 I'm Melvin
Yeah, 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 fuck that was random
Niggas out here grown as fuck, money childish
I been countin' all this paper up, money calluses nigga
I heard he tryna shop, he ain't gang, get his ass taxed
I heard he ain't gang, playin' gang get his ass wet