Intro

Yeah, we in the Championship

We was down 3-1

Yeah

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord

Philly, Champions of the United States

And, I've been waitin' for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

Yeah, turn me up Cruz, uh

Bombin' on any of them **** that want the smoke

Woo

****, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost

It ain't

Had to take the way from them **** and now they toast

Fuck 'em

They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke, amen, amen

Lord, forgive me for all my sins

Lord, forgive me for all my sins

Took so many riches just to get a Benz

Get a Benz

Pray for my ****, all my friends

All my ****, yeah

In the trenches warrin' with killers, we been gettin' it in

Ah!

Thirty-two shots in my new Glock

Yes!

**** wanna hit me like I'm Tupac

Yes!

Bad bitch, fuck me in my Gucci tube socks

Yes!

'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, whoa!

Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper

Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers

I can go to Hollywood, too cool in this jungle action

With **** that'll smoke you, go and murder your brother after, whoa

Big dog, ****, I'm a big dog

Big dog

Streets say they need that dope, they havin' withdrawals

Yeah

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!

Whoa!

Do you know the feelin'?

Do you?

Bein' irritated 'cause you gotta count a million?

Ah!

All this fuckin' money, I ain't got no time for chillin'

We took risks to live like this through all that killin' and drug dealin'

You my ****, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out

Say it's beef, we goin' to war, ****, let's slug it out

Big bad wolf, we at your door, blow down your fuckin' house

Boom, boom!

I heard your Daddy was a rat, so you a fuckin' mouse, ****

Pourin' champagne 'cause all my **** dead

**** dead

If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in Feds

Facts!

I give a fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head

Put it up!

Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it

Yeah, woo

'Cause I'm a king just like Martin Luther

Martin Luther

I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, ****, I salute ya

Salute

I be flyin' jet and chopper like that shit was Uber

We finally made it out them trenches, ****, hallelujah, whoa

Ballin' like a Hotboy

Yeah, yeah

Diamonds dancin' on me more than JB Blocboy

Dance, dance

I'm the 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

Cop

Ooh, I just cashed out

How the fuck you turn a bando to a glass house?

How the fuck you get a two to four 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

Ah!

And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls

Yeah

Runnin' through the gutter, I ain't never bold

Ballin'

You would think this Wheel of Fortune how we sellin' O's

Yeah

Plug just called, he got another load

He know I'ma get 'em sold

Leanin' off that Perc, uh

Young **** still fuckin' all the baddest bitches on earth

When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy, like Turk

Gunshot is itchin' in that Glock, boy, that's work

You get popped, pussy, no twerk, oh

****, we tryna make that money machine break

Machine break

Shootin' up out that van like it's Team A

Team A

****, we used to trap there by the green gate

Gate

80's baby, that cooked crack up in my DNA, oh

Ooh, scary hours, walk inside of LIV, they gon' let confetti shower

You knew what it was when you heard they let me out it

Livin' like the plug, ****, I ain't sellin' powder, no way

No way

Big bags, talkin' Santa Clause

Santa Clause

Got three hoes off that, molly rippin' panties off

Panties off

Flyin' private to Dubai, we off them Xanny bars

Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please