Travis Scott - Big Champ Lyrics

[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
[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 2: Roddy Ricch & Travis Scott]
Ha, I got caught with my new boy, Noah Boo
Callin' my ghetto bitch, she know she my go-to
Once you get that new Benz, I'ma mold you
Get back bitch, I don't even know you
Now I got to check Instagram models gon' curve me
All a nigga know is that I'm riding too dirty
Now I gotta lie, tell my momma, "Don't worry"
The day a nigga retire, got a top-two jersey
How does it feel when you on top (Ooh)
When we was really live in the field for real
Nigga I was poppin' way before the deal
And I had to double-down on the Richard Mille
And the cul-de-Shaq, like I'm O'Neal
Got the drugs in the back like I'm Mike Will
Tell me how much time will it take
For all these niggas to find they place
[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