Intro

Yeah

We in the championship

We was down 3-1

Yeah

(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)

Feel it

Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)

(And I've been waiting for

This moment for all my life)

Yeah

Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)

Bombin' on any of them niggas

That want the smoke (Woo)

Nigga, this a big boy Phantom

This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)

Had to take the way from them

Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)

They ain't have no sympathy for

Me when I was broke

Amen, amen

Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)

For all my sins (All my sins)

Took so many riches just to

Get a Benz (Get a Benz)

Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)

All my friends (Yeah)

In the trenches, warring with killas

We been getting it in

32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)

Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)

Bad bitch fuck me in my

Gucci tube socks (Yeah)

'Member when I spit my

Re-up on a oowop, woah

Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper

Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of

Killers and humble trappers

I can go to Hollywood

To court in this jungle action

With niggas that'll smoke you

Go and murder your brother after

Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog

Streets said they need that dope

They having withdrawals

I put on my yellow diamonds

When I'm pissed off

I'm so rich that I can't even

Fuck a bitch raw, whoa

Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)

Being irritated 'cause you

Gotta count a million

All this fucking money

I ain't got no time for chilling

We too rich to look like this to

All that killing and drug dealing

You my nigga, I fuck with you

We gon' thug it out

Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga

Let's slug it out

Be back, whoop, we at your door

Blood in your fucking house

I heard your daddy was a rat

So you a fucking mouse, nigga

Pouring champagne 'cause

All my niggas dead

If they ain't in the graveyard

Then they in the feds

I give a fuck if that crown heavy

Put it on my head

Take it to the jeweller, bust it

Down before I wear it (Yeah)

Whew, 'cause I'm a king just

Martin Luther (Martin Luther)

I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch

Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)

I be flying jet and chopper

Llike that shit was Uber

We finally made it out them trenches nigga

Hallelujah, whoa

Balling like a hot boy

Diamonds dancing on me more

Than JB Blocboy

I'm a boss, I'm the one that

Call the shots, boy (Shots)

You a thottie, I won't cuff you like

A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)

Ooh, I just cashed out

How the fuck you turn a

Bando to a glass house?

How the fuck you get a two t

T four and bail out?

Got your favorite Instagram

Bitch with her ass out, hey

Make her touch her toes

Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)

Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)

Trappin' at the Waldorf

We just fuckin' hoes

And they lovin' that Chanel

They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)

Running through the gutter

I ain't never bowl (Running)

You would think this Wheel Of Fortune

How we selling O's (Yeah)

Plug just called, he got another load

He know I'ma get them sold

Leaning off that perc'

Young nigga still fucking all the

Baddest bitches on earth

When I'm off in them trenches

I'm a hot boy like Turk

Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work

You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh

Nigga, we trying to make that

Money machine break ('Chine break)

Shoot up out that van like

It's teammate (Teammate)

Nigga, we used to trap up out

That green gate (Gate)

80s baby, they cooked crack

Up in my DNA (Oh)

Ooh, scary hours

Walk outside the lear

They gon' let confetti shower

You knew what it was when they let me out it

Living like the plug, nigga

I ain't selling powder, now way

Big bag, talking Santa Claus

Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off

Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars

Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please