Lyrics Champ Rings - Trevꝋnd

Yeah
Hit VIP like I got 20 k
Feeling fresh to death
Bottles on the way
Niggas salty
I'm extra pepper
Always bring the spice when
I spit a record
And imma say this just for the Record
I'm going for the crown
Like this chess or checkers
Screwed her last night
Call that black and decker
She ride like a model
But you've never met her
Don't care about a hater
Cause I'm getting paper
So it's see you later to these Brothers claiming they a player You a faker
Jack moves
Then you get the razor
This star finish wars like
I hang with Vader
Trizzy style you know sound Incredible
Wack MC's sound
Like they ain't credible
They say they ain't got
Ghostwriters
I say that shit is bull
I've been at this for a while Brother who you tryna fool
Scotch on the rocks
On the dance floor
While she twerking
Love to see that motherfucking Body bop
Make it pop
Paid four grand just to rock the
Spot
Put the bands in the briefcase
Make that money drop
Make that money drop

JT on my suit and tie
No mediocre shout out Iggy, T.I
If you ain't crew
Mind your own damn BI
Fourth ward 'till I die
Always claim MI

Yeah I'm flexin' baby
Shorty pouring Moët
No more living in debt
Hennessy on deck
With the team I rep
Make the shot get the change Dog it's all about net
Yeah
Team hit the bank deep
Depositing checks
Or invest
Gotta double check all assets
Yeah yeah
Claiming that they got me
But they never see me
Disappear like an owl bitch
Houdini
You know this kid from the
North he's getting colder
Old school but razor sharp
Like a Motorola
Niggas say I'm fake but
I never flake so niggas always try To call my bluff like it's
Texas hold 'em
Hit the club on my Keith Sweat Bad chicks eying me
Take her to the pad get that kitty wet
Baby do you gotta man though
Cause I swear you got me Hypnotized by the way you move That ass slow
I've gotten where I need to be
Work ethic 'Pac level
Man that's how it need to be
Dunk hits just like
Derrick rose man it's happening
If rap was NBA
I would have like seven rings
Bentley's, Beamer's, Rari's
After parties chilling with Ari
And my boy Billy faded off Bacardi that's how it go
Haters can't tred on my plateau
Like before told y'all there's
No place that I can't go
Yeah