Big Champ Roddy Ricch (Ft. Travis Scott)
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[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
At the InterContinental, got a freak on her knees
I been focused on the guala, gettin' cheese
Had to put that lil' bitch on freeze (Ooh)
'Cause we don't lease two hundred and fifty in the breeze (Ooh)
I've been all about the birds and bees and the keys
Gotta run up a couple million every week
I'm big champ, I'm, I'm trophy (Yeah)
I'm in a McLaren, 'bout to go OT, uh
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I'm at the right speed
Got you out your soul and body and your psyche
I went way too heartless now, I need a IV
Livin' in the iverly tank, if you need a ID
They come and stop at me
They come outside, I hit the drive-through
Whip 'saillеs for me then slide, I had my main bitch bеside me
Promises, when we do the creep we keep it quietly
How 'bout this, I'ma lock you in my mental diary
Now let's hit, hard premonition sittin' in a vision (Ooh)
Mad superstitious, steppin' over cracks
Crack a nigga jaw for talkin' on the set
Shavin' that little bitch, I'm feelin' over-edge, no Gillette
I go overboard might send you over ledge on my respect
We've been doing this shit way over, over time with no regrets
I'm chewing everything, and popping everything til' I forget
At the top floor, we done got a suite, like a townhouse
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
At the InterContinental, got a freak on her knees
I been focused on the guala, gettin' cheese
Had to put that lil' bitch on freeze (Ooh)
'Cause we don't lease two hundred and fifty in the breeze (Ooh)
I've been all about the birds and bees and the keys
Gotta run up a couple million every week
I'm big champ, I'm, I'm trophy (Yeah)
I'm in a McLaren, 'bout to go OT, uh
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I'm at the right speed
Got you out your soul and body and your psyche
I went way too heartless now, I need a IV
Livin' in the iverly tank, if you need a ID
They come and stop at me
They come outside, I hit the drive-through
Whip 'saillеs for me then slide, I had my main bitch bеside me
Promises, when we do the creep we keep it quietly
How 'bout this, I'ma lock you in my mental diary
Now let's hit, hard premonition sittin' in a vision (Ooh)
Mad superstitious, steppin' over cracks
Crack a nigga jaw for talkin' on the set
Shavin' that little bitch, I'm feelin' over-edge, no Gillette
I go overboard might send you over ledge on my respect
We've been doing this shit way over, over time with no regrets
I'm chewing everything, and popping everything til' I forget
At the top floor, we done got a suite, like a townhouse
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