Champions Round Y Round Feat Desiigner Travis Scott Big Sean Gucci Mane Yo Gotti 2 Chainz Y Lyrics | Kanye West

Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
Supermodels think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
Really I think I'm too passive
Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'

1500, all in singles (straight up!)
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
Round and round they go

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'
Wasn't nothin', you could 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 motherfucker!
And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker!
Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store

Fresh out the pen in this motherfucker
And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones

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

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 their secret identities
Lately it's all about Zen and me
Subtractin' the negative energy
With the family, turn your ass to a memory
I'm with the team of the century
I blow the check up, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Time my destination
I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan
I'm a motherfucking champion
This right here the fuckin' anthem
I can't dap you without hand san'
I don't know where your dirty ass hands been
I wake up to like a hundred texts
Championship team, but we can't cut the net
She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed
I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX
With 1500

1500, all in singles (straight up!)
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
Round and round they go, round and round they go
Round and round they go
Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes
That nigga die in a hole

Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
Supermodels think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
Really I think I'm too passive
Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'

I took a nap in the pulpit
I never like how a suit fit
I got a pocket full of money
It got me walkin' all slew-foot
I'm on my wave like a cruise ship
In that hoe's mouth like a toothpick
Anyone get in my way
Nothin' to say, I tote them choppers like pool sticks
I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris
Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks
I come and find your apartments
We never had our damn pool fixed
Walk in the mall with my new bitch
Tell that bitch get the whole rack
My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck
Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck
I got a mansion full of marble floors
It look like I could go bowl in this bitch
Versace logo on bowls in this bitch
Like I'm a serial killer
I put the real in gorilla
I did this shit for my niggas

1500, all in singles {straight up!}
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
(Round and round they go, round and round they go)
Round and round they go
(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes
That nigga die in a hole)
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
Round and round they go
(Round and round they go, round and round they go)
Round and round they go
(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes
That nigga die in a hole)

I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
The car I drive fit two inside
They 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 neighborhood
Buy every house in this bitch
You know that the money good
My racks in the kitchen go round and round
Play with the kid, I'm a gun you down
The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found
Official trapper let me show it down
More shit than a Pamper
All we rock is bandanas
Whips on nasty, no manners
I just got head in a Phantom

She say she don't want a chump
Baby want a champ
She say money make her cum
Gucci make her damp
1017's the Squad
Gucci Mane's the stamp
And he don't ever sleep
He's a fuckin' vamp
I heard your bitch ride on the bus
You don't give a damn
My bitch drive a Lamb'
You should call her ma'am
I love my Auntie Jean
But fuck Uncle Sam
I'm a walkin' money machine
Check my Instagram
Never test the kid
So I don't have to clown
My city treat me like a king
I should wear a crown
And I don't really fuck around
I gave my bitch two mil'
Cause she stuck around

1500, all in singles {straight up!}
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
(Round and round they go
Round and round they go)
Round and round they go
(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes
That nigga die in a hole)
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
Round and round they go
(Round and round they go
Round and round they go)
Round and round they go
(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes
That nigga die in a hole)