Champions lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
This a celebration, this is levitation
Look at how you winning now?
This took dedication; this is meditation
Higher education; this the official competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
b*tches don't know the half, like they flunk they math
b*tches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers; n*ggas doing bids
This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Voila, Sharika
Candace, Thembi, Lauren, Aisha

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh)
It's times like these (Ooh, ooh)
They know who we are by now (They know who we are)
Champion, the champions (Champion, champion)

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, okay
We made it to America
I remember when I used to stay with Erica
Label transferred 20 million to Comerica
It's f*cking terrible, it's got me acting out of character
Young T.O. n*gga, either riding range
Or Ferrari top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang!"
Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change
Cause I live this sh*t for real, n*ggas know me in the game, they know!
Making hits in three acre cribs
Cooking up tryna eat n*ggas, steak and ribs
I made a couple stars outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish
Having good times, making good money
Lot of bad b*tches, but they good to me
I make them do the splits for a rap
Wish you n*ggas good luck, trynna get where I'm at
Straight like that

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
Straight balling in this b*tch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell me one thing you won't do: settle
Give me one word for your chain: yellow
Pocket full of money, black cars; ghetto
Critics say I ain't in the game, A.I
Jeezy, how you deal with the fame? Stay high
Stay putting on for the town, may I?
What you call a crib in the sky? Play-high
Over a mil in three weeks, yeah I did it like a champ
Momma taught me pride, yeah she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo
Somebody tell these local hating n*ggas, I'm global
Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going
What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing?
Don't let me hear Shawn Carter, I'm the ballest of the ace
Let me hit up Sean Combs, money cases in my place, let's celebrate

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Nas]
What up, Nicki?
It's Nasty, yeah
I saw my first two million dollars, I was 23
I'm barely a man, yet, I had some killers under me
This ain't rated PG, this rated PJ
Cause that's where a n*gga from; murder on replay
My 24th b-day, I'm sailing to Bermy, you can see me on a yacht
Blasting Pac, little knot, I ain't greedy
I'm back to thugging, b*tches
Back to making them kiss other b*tches
My man sister like me, I don't f*ck my brother sister
I just aspire your desire to be different
My ten year old plan is just one year to finish
My list looks like this, first thing that you'll discover
The difference in pus*y: white, black, Latin and other
Here's a man who clearly isn't basic
Waiting list, just to hear me or witness the greatness
Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter: Fast Cash Life
Happily ever after
Champions

[Hook]

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