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Quavo! Lifestyle on camera Hundred thousand dollar Chandelier They tried to turn me to an animal But white people think I'm radical Supermodels think I'm handsome You might think I'm too aggressive But Really, I think I'm too passive. 'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' Fifteen Hundred, All in singles Throw it up, Watch it fall and drop. 'Round and 'round it go. Strapped! 'Round 'round it go. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Pray for me, I'm about to hit the Ye Button. I don't wanna say nothin' wrong, But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'. Imagine if I ain't say somethin', wouldn't none of These niggas say nothin'. I done lost and made Money. Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from Me. And I'm fresh out of debt in this Motherfucker. And they still ain't ready yet for a Motherfucker. Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on. I'm 'bout to go Gucci in a Gucci store Fresh out the feds in this motherfucker And they Still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker Gucci Mane And I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on Now That Gucci home, it's over for you Gucci clones Fifteen hundred, All in singles Throw it up, Watch it fall and drop. 'Round and 'round it go. Strapped! 'Round and 'round it go. Champions, we run the city. Number one, they fallin' from the top. 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round It go. Straight up. Look, I say a prayer for my enemies They Could not slow down what's meant for me Funny How they come around like I can't see through Their secret identities Lately, it's all about Zenin' me subtractin' the negative energy Fuck with The family, turn your ass to a memory. My niggas keep it a century I blow the Check up, nigga, detonation. Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination. Top my destination, I got guardian angels all around A nigga, that's deflecting Satan I'm a motherfuckin' Champion. This right here the fuckin' anthem. I can't dap you without hand san', I don't Know where your dirty ass hands been I wake Up to like a hundred texts Championship team, But we can't cut the net She all off In my jersey lookin' underdressed I'm finna buy this Bitch a Honda CR-X with-Fifteen hundred, All in singles Throw it up, Watch it fall and drop. 'Round and 'round it go. 'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it Go 'Round and it go. 'Round it, be strappin' Up out the pole Then it get down 'em. I took a nap in the pulpit. I never liked how a suit fit. I got a pocket full of money, it got Me walkin' off slew foot. I'm on my way like a cruise ship. In that ho mouth like a toothpick. Anyone get in my way, nothin' to say. I tote them choppers like pool sticks I wear Pajamas to Wu-Chris Come walk a mile in my New kicks I'm comin' from the apartments We never Had our damn pool fixed Walk in the mall With my new bitch. Tell her to get the Whole rack. My new bitch gon' pull me a New bitch that pull me a new bitch. See, that is a snowball effect. I got gold on my neck Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck. I got a mansion full of marble floors. It look like I could go bowl in this Bitch. Versace logos on balls in this bitch like I'm a serial killer. I put the real in gorilla. I did this shit for my niggas, yeah. Fifteen hundred, All in singles Throw it up, Watch it fall and drop. 'Round and 'round it go. 'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it Go 'Round 'Round it, be strappin' up out the pole. Then it get down on 'em. Champions, we run The city. Number one, they fallin' from the top. 'Round and 'round it go. 'Round and 'round it Go, 'round and 'round it. 'Round it go. 'Round it, be strappin' up the Pole. Then it get down 'em. Reach for my chain, that's suicide The car I Drive fit two inside They mad at Ye 'cause He all in the neighborhood but he let them Goons inside. Let's fuck up the neighborhood, Let's fuck up the neighborhood Buy every house in this bitch, you know that The money good My wrist in the kitchen, Go round and round Play with the kid, I'ma Gun you down The roof on that Wraith finna Launch to Saturn. Official Trap shit, let me slow It down. With more shit than a pamper All We rock is bandanas Whip so nasty, No mammals I just got head in a Phantom She say she don't want a chump, baby want A champ. She say money make her cum, Gucci make her dance 1017's the squad, Gucci mess this down And he don't ever sleep, He's a fuckin' vamp I heard your bitch ridin' On the bus, you don't give a damn My Bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her mom. I love my auntie Jean, but fuck Uncle Sam I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram Niggas never test the kid, so I don't have To cram. My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown And I don't really Fuck around I gave my bitch two mil' 'cause She stuck around Fifteen hundred, All in singles Throw it up, watch it fall and drop. 'Round and 'round it go. 'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round 'Round and be strappin' up out the pole. Then it get down on Champions, we run the City. Yeah, yeah. Number one, they fallin' from the top. Long and lonely. 'Round and 'round it go. 'Round and 'round it go. 'Round and 'round be Strappin' up out the pole. Then it get down on 'em