Текст песни:
[Verse 1 Nicki Minaj]
This a celebration, this is levitation,
Look at how you winning now?
This to dedication, this is meditation,
Higher education, this the official competitor elimination.
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight,
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state.
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk they math,
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash.
50 Cent Italian, icy flow,
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone,
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas,
But my memories only happy images.
This is for the hood, this is for the kids,
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing bids.
This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Voila, Sharika,
Candace, Thembi, Lauren, Iesha.
[Hook Nicki Minaj]
It's a celebration (For the ghetto.)
It's time, times like these, (Ooh, ooh.)
They know who we are by now, (They know who we are.)
Champion, the champions. (Champion, champion.)
[Verse 2 Drake]
Yeah, okay.
We made it to America.
I remember when I used to stay with Erica,
Label transferred 20 million to Comerica,
It's fucking terrible, it's got me acting out of character.
Young T.O. nigga. Either riding Range
Or Ferrari top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang"
Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change,
'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know
Making hits in three acre cribs,
Cooking 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.
Having good times, making good money,
Lot of bad bitches but they good to me,
I make them do the splits for a rap.
Wish you, niggas, good luck, trynna get where I'm at
Straight like that.
[Hook]
[Verse 3 Young Jeezy]
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin 'Melo.
Tell me one thing you won't do settle.
Give me one word for your chain yellow.
Pocket full of money, black cars, ghetto.
Critics say I ain't in the game, A.I.
Jeezy, how you deal with the fame? Stay high.
Stay putting on for the town, may I?
What you call a crib in the sky? Play-high.
Over a mil in three weeks, yeah, I did it like a champ,
Momma taught me pride, yeah, she did it with the stamps.
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo,
Somebody tell these local hating niggas, I'm global.
Tell me, what I gotta do to get this champagne going?
What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing?
Don't let me hear Shawn Carter, I'm the ballest of the ace,
Let me hit up Sean Combs, money cases in my place, let's celebrate
[Hook]
[Verse 4 Nas]
What up, Nicki?
It's Nasty, yeah
I saw 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 from, murder on replay.
My twenty-fourth b-day, I'm sailing to Bermy,
You can see me on a yacht,
Blasting Pac, little not, I ain't greedy.
I'm back to thugging, bitches,
Back to making them kiss other bitches.
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother sister,
I just aspire your desire to be different.
My ten year old plan is just one year to finish.
My list looks like this, first thing that you'll discover
The difference in pussy white, black, latin and other.
Here's a man who clearly isn't basic,
Waiting list, just to hear me or witness the greatness.
Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter Fast Cash Life.
Happily ever after,
Champions
[Hook]
