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[Nicki Minaj] 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 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 memory's only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids This is for the single mothers, niggas doin' biz This one is for TT, Tweety, Viola, Sharika Candice, Timby, Lauren, Iesha.
It's a celebration Put it up for the ghetto It's times like these They know who we are by now They know who we are Champion, a champion
[Drake] Yeah, okay, we made it to America I remember when I used to stay with Erica Label transferred twenty million to Comerica Fuckin' terrabus got me actin' out of character
Young TO nigga, either ridin' range The Ferrari top down, screamin' money ain't a thang Tell me when I changed, girl, but only when I change 'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know
Makin' hits in 3 acre cribs Cookin' up tryna eat nigga steak and ribs I made a couple stars outta basic chicks Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish
Havin' good times, makin' good money Lot of bad bitches but they good to me I make her do the splits for a rack Wish you niggas good luck tryna get where I'm at Straight like that
It's a celebration Put it up for the ghetto It's times like these They know who we are by now They know who we are. Champion, a champion.
[Young Jeezy] Straight ballin' in this bitch, Jeremy Lin, mello Tell me one thing you won't do? Settle Gimme one word for ya chain? Yellow Pocket full of money, black card, ghetto
Critics say I ain't in the game, ain't I? So how you deal with the fame? Stay high Stay puttin' down for the town, may I? What you call a crib in the sky? Play high
Half a mill in three weeks, y'all did it like a champ Mama taught me pride, yeah, she did it with the stamps Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo Somebody tell these loco ain't niggas, I'm global
Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne goin' What I gotta do to get this coconut flowin'? Don't let me in son, hundred bottles of the ace Lemme in son, go money cases in my place let's celebrate
It's a celebration Put it up for the ghetto It's times like these They know who we are by now They know who we are Champion, a champion
[Nas] What up Nicki? It's nasty. Yeah. Yeah yeah I sold my first two million dollars, I was twenty-three 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 fuck, murder on replay My twenty-fourth b-day, I'm sailin' to Bimini You can see me on a yacht blastin' Pac, little nah, I ain't greedy I'm back to thuggin' bitches that can make it and kiss other bitches
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother's sister I just aspire, desire to be different My ten year old plan just one year till finish My list went like this: first thing to sever The difference in pussy white black latin or other
Here's a man who clearly isn't basic, Waitin' list just to hear me or witness the greatness Loud laughter while writin' my next chapter Fast cash life, happily ever after Champions
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