DJ Scream - National Champs Lyrics
feat. Rick Ross[Intro]I had to take the seats outI had to put that Balmain interior in the Maybach, nigga[Verse 1]She know you niggas monkey niggasShe want a money makin' mogul niggaQuit smilin' like you know a niggaYou ain't no boss, how you owe a niggaI'm the flame that the game neededLet y'all fiends use the same needleSee my chain know the clique fatalI turned a dream into a record labelHoldin' my hammer, it get cold in the winterMy lil niggas on fire, I *****s with no sex offendersGot all the *****es, lyrics is viciousTaylor my britches, reaminin' consistentI keep to myself, most neighbors be snitchesI bought me a mansion, dope boy in the districtBrick in the trunk, V-7 be movinHundred black caskets, in honor of *****ieI'm shippin that boy, to my dawg in DetroitLet him run through the Chi', oh me oh myKeepin' it real, my niggas inventedBeginnin' to climb, your niggas descendin'Brick haven, if a ***** hateMust be mad how I'm ballin' like I'm Nick SabanNational champs, look at my ringsCharlie Ward, I play for two teamsDeMarcus Cousins, way of doing thingsCall it dirty money, look at all the joy it bringsGavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Micky Arison***** I'm a *****in' 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 invadedTweetin' your location, got all these killers racin'Meanwhile I'm sellin records, trynna move vinylKillin' like makin records, niggas wanna sign youHit, hit, go make another hitBig advance for a nigga he could never getNigga hatin' on me send his address to my gmailOn my twitter bio why the ***** you think it's up there?***** your show nigga, I'll ***** your ho niggaYou just a half a brick, I'm that whole niggaYou a half a man, I'm a gold niggaSo when you try me, I'mma throw niggaThat's all I can say (yay yay)Take 'em to trial (yay yay)[Hook]
