Lyrics:
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
out my card whenever I shop
Rick Owens monochrome Vetements tops
Lookin' up double RR gazing the stars
She a nine working out to five
Working out
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
Think I finally got rich yeah
Think I finally got rich
Since I copped me some Rick yeah
Ok cool, that shit worth a brick
Think I finally got lit,
rick james but im in love with mary jane.
Chorus
Im in love with mary jane
Shes my main thing 2x
Ive been in love with mary jane ever sins I can
to the code)
Now it's Rick on my toes
She told you that she wan' take it slow
But I'm grabbin' this bitch by the throat (grabbin' this bitch by the throat)
starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick
Fuck wit bitches by the pair
No I'm not Rick rossing dis shit
way, yeah
I got racks, I got racks, please don't ask me, yeah
I got swag, I got swag, Rick and Raf way, yeah
Sweep the game right with a broom
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Yeah, look how I walk (Walk)
Yeah, look how I talk (Talk)
Rockin' Rick Owens (Rick)
VLone, my top (Top)
Real rockstar with a real rockstar bitch, she
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Bitch, I'm fucked up
Spilled my drink
Gettin' sucked up
By your bae
Tear the club up
Rick James
Runnin' it up
Gettin' paid
I been on demon
I been
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
these bands are worth it
Hoping that you're worth it
Saw her in the club late night
Really want you by my side tonight
Now she want to come and dance with
One thing about me I always need my medicine
Ice world shit so the cold gonna let us in
Mix the rick with the vetements
I need a plane jain he need
her back
I drip in that Rick, bitch, I came in all black
You can't play with this shit
Yeah, I'm takin' your bitch
I'm not bringing her back
Let's go
bet
She steady sending screenshots
I'm saying that's not me
Balenciaga's came big the 3by3
Ion care if the bank closed
Send my cheese yeah
Naenae
through my chair
No recognizin' my name
She puts on Rick and Morty Even hits her Lights when I came
Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From
sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna
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