[Intro]
Huh
(Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up)
Real championship right here man
These n***as can't stop the champ, man, you know what's going on
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Thought it was over, I'm back on they head
They thought it was over, I'm still on the meds
Four pockets full of that money, like Cede
Gun with the pencil and it got lead
Trapping all day, we ain't going to bed
Don't ask me for shit, who talks to the bed?
Draw with the sticks, how you want to play it?
Broke n***a, you already dead

[Chorus]
Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine
N***a, get from 'round, don't waste my time
Counting up money, you worry about minе
Before I go broke, I brеak it all down in dimes
You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time
This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind
Getting the money, ain't wasting no time
[Verse 2]
Beat up the trap and the pussy like champion (Hood)
Hood n***a, she ain't know I was a gentleman
Three bitches, salt, pepper, cinnamon
Claim you a killer, then why I ain't dead?
Walked in the rap game, already fed
Kodak, they flash, I'ma spray it
I said, "Kiss my lawyers or talk to the feds"
You can leave on your drawers, I just want some head
Kickback, watching these n***as flex on the internet
When I see 'em, they ain't talking 'bout shit
I'ma feel like a bully, he look like a puppy
I see it in his eyes, he really a bitch
I came up stealing and trapping for shit
Rich in the hoods and apartments and Vick
You was a doorman, the rap was your fix
Columbia High, I ain't hang with no clique
Can't tell you what to believe, n***a, Bad bitches rolling my weed, n***a
Came in with the racks, I'ma leave with 'em (Yeah, I'ma leave with 'em)
I hit that pussy like Creed, Gettles
Stuffing these racks in my Amiri denim
Fuck all these n***as, I know they ain't with them
Can't treat me like I'm a victim, I'm vivid
I shot at them rappers, I ain't trying to diss them
300 Spartan, got war in my system
Ain't scaring nothing but your fans, fake killers
Spanish bitch with a tan, she vanilla
Ooh, shooters equipped like a Triller
Long live Rocky, forever my n***a
Put some respect on it, n***a
Shot me a n***a on Gresham and went twenty west on that n***a
Yeah, you a little specimen, n***a
Free Trap Lord, they arrested my n***a
Yeah, I get fresher than vegetable, n***a
I run up the commas, you a decimal, n***a
[Chorus]
Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine
N***a, get from 'round, don't waste my time
Counting up money, you worry about mine
Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes
You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time
This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind
Getting the money, ain't wasting no time