National Champs

[Intro] I had to take the seats out I had to put that Balmain interior in the Maybach, nigga [Verse 1] She know you niggas monkey niggas She want a money makin' mogul nigga Quit smilin' like you know a nigga You ain't no boss, how you owe a nigga I'm the flame that the game needed Let y'all fiends use the same needle See my chain know the clique fatal I turned a dream into a record label Holdin' my hammer, it get cold in the winter My lil niggas on fire, I fucks with no sex offenders Got all the bitches, lyrics is vicious Taylor my britches, reaminin' consistent I keep to myself, most neighbors be snitches I bought me a mansion, dope boy in the district Brick in the trunk, V-7 be movin Hundred black caskets, in honor of Boobie I'm shippin that boy, to my dawg in Detroit Let him run through the Chi', oh me oh my Keepin' it real, my niggas invented Beginnin' to climb, your niggas descendin' Brick haven, if a bitch hate Must be mad how I'm ballin' like I'm Nick Saban National champs, look at my rings Charlie Ward, I play for two teams DeMarcus Cousins, way of doing things Call it dirty money, look at all the joy it brings Gavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Micky Arison Bitch I'm a fuckin' boss [Hook] Keep your enemies close (yay yay) Like the weed that you smoke (yay yay) Watch the words that you speak (yay yay) Leave that shit in the streets (yay yay) [Verse 2] Your homie hatin', want to see you home invaded Tweetin' your location, got all these killers racin' Meanwhile I'm sellin records, trynna move vinyl Killin' like makin records, niggas wanna sign you Hit, hit, go make another hit Big advance for a nigga he could never get Nigga hatin' on me send his address to my gmail On my twitter bio why the fuck you think it's up there? Fuck your show nigga, I'll fuck your ho nigga You just a half a brick, I'm that whole nigga You a half a man, I'm a gold nigga So when you try me, I'mma throw nigga That's all I can say (yay yay) Take 'em to trial (yay yay) [Hook]