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[Verse 1: Quavo](Quavo!)Lifestyle on cameraHundred thousand dollar chandelierThey tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I’m radicalSupermodels think I’m handsomeYou might think I’m too aggressive
But really I think I’m too passive
‘Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'[Chorus: 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 2: Kanye West]Pray for me
I’m about to hit the Ye button
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’
Wouldn’t none these niggas say nothin’I done lost and made money
Now I’m makin’ somethin’ they can’t take from me
And I’m fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!
And they still ain’t ready yet for a mothafucka!Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis onI’m ’bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]It’s Gucci!
Fresh out the feds in this mothafucka
And they still ain’t ready yet for a mothafuckaGucci Mane and I’m ’bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci home, it’s over for you Gucci clones[Chorus: 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 (straight up)
[Verse 4: 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 they secret identitiesLately it’s all about Zen in me
Subtractin’ the negative energyFuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory
My niggas keep it a centuryI blow the check up, nigga, detonationKill ’em one by one, Final DestinationTime my destination
I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that’s deflectin’ SatanI’m a mothafuckin’ champion
This right here the fuckin’ anthemI can’t dap you without hand san’
I don’t know where your dirty ass hands beenI wake up to like a hundred textsChampionship team, but we can’t cut the net
She all off in my jersey lookin’ underdressedI’m finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX
With…
[Chorus: 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 it go, ’round and ’round it go
‘Round and ’round they goI’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole[Verse 5: 2 Chainz]I took a nap in the pulpit
I never like how a suit fitI got a pocket full of moneyIt got me walkin’ all slew-footI’m on my wave like a cruise shipIn that hoe mouth like a toothpickAnyone get in my way
Nothin’ to say, I tote ’em choppas like pool sticksI wear pajamas to Ruth’s ChrisCouldn’t walk a mile in my new kicksI’m comin’ from the apartments
We never had our damn pool fixedWalk in the mall with my new bitch
Tell her to get the whole rackMy new bitch gon’ pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See that is a snowball effectI got gold on my neck
Lookin’ like a Super Bowl on my neckI got a mansion full of marble floors
It look like I could go bowl in this bitchVersace logos on bowls in this bitch
Like I’m a serial killerI put the real in gorilla
I did this shit for my niggas
[Chorus: 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 it go, ’round and ’round it go
‘Round and ’round they goI’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a holeChampions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin’ from the top
‘Round and ’round they go’Round and ’round it go, ’round and ’round it go
‘Round and ’round they goI’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]I’m Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicideThe car I drive fit two insideThey mad at Ye ’cause he all in the neighborhood
But he let them goons inside
Let’s fuck up the neighborhood
Let’s fuck up the neighborhoodBuy every house in this bitch
You know that the money goodMy wrist in the kitchen go ’round and ’round
Play with the kid, I’ma gun you downThe roof on that Wraith in the lost and found
Official trap shit let me slow it downWay more shit than a PamperAll we rock is bandanasWhips so nasty, no manners
I just got head in a Phantom[Verse 7: Gucci Mane]She say she don’t want a chump, baby want a champ
She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp1017’s the Squad, Gucci Mane’s the stampAnd he don’t never sleep, he’s a fuckin’ vampI heard your bitch ride on the bus, you don’t give a damn
My bitch drive a Lamb’, you should call her ma’amI love my Auntie Jane, but fuck Uncle SamI’m a walkin’ money machine, check my InstagramNiggas never test the kid so I don’t have to cramMy city treat me like a king, I should wear a crownAnd I don’t really fuck aroundI gave my bitch two mil’ ’cause she stuck around
[Chorus: 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 it go, ’round and ’round it go
‘Round and ’round they goI’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a holeChampions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin’ from the top
‘Round and ’round they go’Round and ’round it go
‘Round and ’round they goI’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole

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