Yo Gotti - Champions (Round & Round) lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] (Quavo) Lifestyle on camera Hundred thousand dollar chandelier They tried to turn me to an animal But white people think I'm radical Supermodels think I'm handsome You might think I'm too aggressive Really I think I'm too pa**ive Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' [Hook: Travis Scott] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go [Verse 1: Kanye West] Pray for me I'm about to hit the Ye bu*ton I don't wanna say nothin' wrong But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin' Imagine if I ain't say somethin' Wasn't nothin', you could say nothin' I done lost and made money Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothaf**a! And they still ain't ready yet for a mothaf**a! Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Fresh out the feds in this mothaf**a And they still ain't ready yet for a mothaf**a Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones [Hook: Travis Scott] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top Round and round they go Round and round they go [Verse 3: Big Sean] Look, I say a prayer for my enemies They cannot slow down what's meant for me Funny how they come around like I can't see through their secret identities Lately it's all about Zen and me Subtractin' the negative energy With the family, turn your a** to a memory My n***as team of the century I blow the check up, detonation k** 'em one by one, Final Destination Time my destination I got guardian angels all around a n***a, that's deflecting Satan I'm a mothaf**in' champion This right here the f**in' anthem I can't dap you without hand san' I don't know where your dirty a** hands been I wake up to like a hundred texts Championship team, but we can't cut the net She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed I'm finna buy this b**h a Honda CRX With 1500... [Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go, round and round they go Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho [Interlude: Quavo] Lifestyle on camera Hundred thousand dollar chandelier They tried to turn me to an animal But white people think I'm radical Supermodels think I'm handsome You might think I'm too aggressive Really I think I'm too pa**ive Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] I took a nap in the pulpit I never like how a suit fit I got a pocket full of money It got me walkin' all slew-foot I'm on my wave like a cruise ship In that hoe's mouth like a toothpick Anyone get in my way Nothin' to say, I tote them choppas like pool sticks I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks I come and find your apartments We never had our damn pool fixed Walk in the mall with my new b**h Tell that b**h get the whole rack My new b**h gon' pull me a new b**h Then pull me a new b**h See that is a snowball effect I got gold on my neck Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck I got a mansion full of marble floors It look like I could go bowl in this b**h Versace [?] hoes in this b**h Like I'm a serial k**er I put the real in gorilla I did this sh** for my n***as [Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go, round and round they go Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top Round and round they go Round and round they go, round and round they go Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho [Verse 5: Yo Gotti] I'm Yo Gotti! Reach for my chain is suicide The car I drive fit two inside They mad at Ye cause he all in the neighborhood But he let them goons inside Let's f** up the neighborhood Let's f** up the neighborhood Buy every house in this b**h You know that the money good My racks in the kitchen go round and round Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found Official trapper let me show it down More sh** than a Pamper All we rock is bandanas Whips on nasty, no manners I just got head in a Phantom [Verse 6: Gucci Mane] She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ She say money make her strip, Gucci make her damp 1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp And he don't ever sleep, he's a f**in' vamp I heard your b**h ride on the bus, you don't give a damn My b**h drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am I love my Auntie Jean, but f** Uncle Sam I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram Never test the kid so I don't have to cram My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown And I don't really f** around I gave my b**h two mil' cause she stuck around [Hook: Travis Scott + Desiigner] 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go, round and round they go Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top Round and round they go Round and round they go, round and round they go Round and round they go Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl Then to get down with a ho