Champion (ft. Nas, Drake & Young Jeezy)

Mmm, this is celebration, this is levitation
Look at how you winnin' now, this took dedication
This is meditation, higher education
This the official competitor elimination

I-I-I-I was takin' trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens then hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math
Bitches ain't have cut up crack up in the stash

50 Cent Italian, icy flow
It's that run and get a dollar for a 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, niggas doing biz
This one is for TT, Tweety, Viola, Sharika
Candice, Timby, Lauren, Ayesha.

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, okay
We made it to America
I remember when I used to stay with Erica
Labor transferred 20 million to Comerica
It's fucking terrible, it's got me acting out of character
Young T.O. nigga, either riding range
The Ferrari top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang!"
Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change
Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know!
Making hits in three acre cribs
Cooking up tryna eat niggas, 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 bitches, but they good to me
I make them do the splits for a rap
Wish you niggas good luck, trynna get where I'm at
Straight like that

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell me one thing you won't do, Settle
Give me one word for each chain: Yellow
Pocket full of money, black cars; ghetto
Critics say I ain't in the game, A.I
This is 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
Off a Mil' in three weeks, y'all did it like champs
Momma tought me pride, yeah she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody balls for the photos
Somebody tell these local hating niggas, 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 Sean 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]
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 nigga from murder on replay
My 24th b-day, I'm sailing to Bermuda, you can see me on a yacht
Blasting Pac, little not, I ain't greedy
I'm back to thugging, bitches
Back to making them kiss other bitches
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother sister
I just aspire and 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 pussy, white, Black, Latin and other
Here's a man who clearly isn't basic
Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter: Fast Cash Life
Happily ever after
Champions