[Chorus]
The streets is rockin' with us ain't no competition
Ain't no limit to the money that a n***a getting
Fuck your trophies n***a and your award shows
I'm in the phantom countin' money n***a slammin' doors
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win
We da champs
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win

[Verse 1: Master P]
I feel like Stephan Curry
In game 6
Came back n***a
YAH
I'ma do it again
I make non believers
Believe in me
I make hatin n***as change and wanna be with me
Ima hot n***a tie the knot n***a
Versace Slim I got money on the block n***a
We don’t change n***a
Fuck your fame n***a
A thousand grams is how I came up in this game n***a
[Chorus]
The streets is rockin' with us ain't no competition
Ain't no limit to the money that a n***a getting
Fuck your trophies n***a and your award shows
I'm in the phantom countin' money n***a slammin' doors
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win
We da champs
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win

[Verse 2: Eastwood]
Ain't another label out hotter
We rich tell a hater why bother
Won't change for the paper nope (nada)
If a n***a try to mob pistol hit em
Rock wilder
I got blammers in da hood of that 'Rarri
Kill 'em wit the swag and I won't say sorry won't say quit and I won't say never
My ambition on fleek and I'm feeling so irie
Got money on my mind it’s the finals
Klay Thomp' with the work wrist vital
Black chopper with the scope sittin on the porch waitin for the blow
Killin off all rivals
I be whippin whippin' Kane like I whip da marci
And my dope spot boomin' like a project party
[Chorus]
The streets is rockin' with us ain't no competition
Ain't no limit to the money that a n***a getting
Fuck your trophies n***a and your award shows
I'm in the phantom countin' money n***a slammin' doors
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win
We da champs
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win

[Verse 3: Ace B-47]
So Tell me me what the fuck is sleep
I thought I knew what hustling was til I met P
Excuse my French Versaces slim straight to point boy will don’t bend
But them choppa clips got Scoliosis
Grill 'em like el pollo loco
Pull up in that Phantom they go Casper when the doors open
And that lil bitch that’s on the hood look like a trophy
My shooting deserve a trophy my n***as deserve them porches
Porcelain floors foreign whores and all on Forbes
I’m out the 3 but In love with them foreign cars
I'm ACE
[Chorus]
The streets is rockin' with us ain't no competition
Ain't no limit to the money that a n***a getting
Fuck your trophies n***a and your award shows
I'm in the phantom countin' money n***a slammin' doors
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win
We da champs
We don’t stop we don’t stop we don’t bend
We da champs
We don’t change we don’t lose we just win

[Verse 4: Fame-O]
All I do is windmill
Fuck with my n***as and get killed
Have you shittin on yourself now you found out that shits real
I make the pistol pop like a tip drill I make the shotty pump like a pair
Of heels
Make your girl suck till she can't kneel
Made myself hot now I can't chill
Really though I can chill when I put your body on a bag of ice
Told mama I'm livin' life she holla stop son you not livin right
But who are you to judge when you don’t live the life I live
Go and ask Charlie bout me n***a all I do is win