Put your hands up! 303 gon' and get them hands up! 3 times We the champs 3 times We was at war but now it's peace time You know they love my lines so I gotta rewind We gon always be on top cuz you know we grind For the city They can't miss me cuz im bringing em with me Bombs weren't dropped they were thrown so pretty Did it as a team no man on their own No fly Zone We bringing that trophy back home Lombardi Bring out the Bacardi This is our party We ain't sorry For dabbin' on em Cuz they was laughing on us Sent em homies home Now they packin on up Uh So now who hatin'? Who throwin shade? Cuz we got Peyton We run this like Davis Look at the crowd so amazing (We been waiting) Champagne raining Yeah tonight we celebrating Whooooo (Chorus) 5280 baby Got the whole city goin crazy
Ridin the horizon so hazy baby And I don't really care where this Bronco gon take me baby Quarterback k**er MVP Von Miller Had to build up We got like 60 pillars Every player deserves this Every player had their purpose Had your share of dirt and turfin' Earned it put the work in Now the floats surfin' The lights no longer burning All the work was worth it Pack of wolfs but there's only one Ware Riding down 17th Confetti in the air They wasn't ready We was packin heavy Artillery so deadly Riding steady in that White Chevy Like CJ No brakes No mistakes Mile High Mountain Made Any given Sunday We pray We Play Champions Like 'Ye Clear the way We coming Know your place We say Keep hating Milita in Orange and Navy Now we the Champs like Bailey Oh (Chorus)