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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Jacob Collier
Jacob Collier
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Sledge
Bryan Sledge
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Songwriter
Jacob Collier
Jacob Collier
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Rai'Shaun Williams
Rai'Shaun Williams
Songwriter
Ryan Martinez
Ryan Martinez
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
Rafael Fai Bautista
Rafael Fai Bautista
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Ghostrage
Ghostrage
Producer
GYRY
GYRY
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Section 8
Section 8
Producer
Aaron Dahl
Aaron Dahl
Recording Engineer
G. Ry
G. Ry
Producer

Lyrics

Dolla! Ayy! DJ MaL-Ski, let's get it We the champions Here in Los Angeles We doing numbers Bringing home victories straight out the huddle I met the plug, introduced to my brother My squad superior, ain't none above us We doing numbers Gang in the building, we taking it over Call the promoters I just pulled up in this thang with my soldiers I blew a zip and I'm still sober Zaza, that's mid, I'ma need me some gas Call up Khalifa (Khalifa) Bring the McQueen and the KK Super Bowl LVI right here in LA T-G-O-D, baby, know that's the gang gang Crazy girls after the gamе We throwin' hundreds, we goin' insanе Pourin' this liquor out, pourin' this liquor out Dead homies got me pourin' this liquor out We get awards but we give God the glory Now shootin' my shot and most times I be scorin' I do this for my city, I bring home the trophy Feel like Freddie Mercury, we are We the champions Here in Los Angeles We doing numbers Bringing home victories straight out the huddle I met the plug, introduced to my brother My squad superior, ain't none above us We doing numbers Gang in the building we taking it over Feelin' like I can't miss Baby, it's all in the wrist You really wanna be the boss, that's expensive Ain't the real champ if you never defended Put in that work, I'ma make 'em remember I just broke down hella trees yelling: "Timber" Stand in the line, they put me in the center It blow they mind when they see how I'm winning Went back and doubled up, now you in trouble My niggas all hustle, my diamonds all huddled up T-G-O-D got the shit off the muscle Ask me about my life, I love it, I love it I got so many rings, I need room for another one Been through the pain, now it ain't no more struggle My team win the game, put our face on the cover, brother We the champions Here in Los Angeles We doing numbers Bringing home victories straight out the huddle I met the plug, introduced to my brother My squad superior, ain't none above us We doing numbers Gang in the building we taking it over
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Tyrone William Griffin, Joshua Parker, Ryan Alex Martinez, Jacob Collier, Rai Shaun Devante Williams, Chandler Tevas Ingram Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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