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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 Webs that moved 'Wait 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 bigs This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Voila, Sharika Candace, Temby, Lauren, Iesha It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) It's time, time we... (Ooh, ooh) They know who we are by now (They know who we are) Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) Yeah, okay We made it to America I remember when I used to stay with Erica Letras de cancionesLabel transferred 20 million to Comerica It's fucking terrible, it's got me acting out of character Young T.O. nigga, either riding range The Ferarri 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 niggas, 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, tryna get where I'm at Straight like that It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) It's time, time we... (Ooh, ooh) They know who we are by now (They know who we are) Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) 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 hit up Shawn Carter, hundred bottles of the Ace Let me hit up Sean Combs, hundred cases to my place, let's celebrate It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) It's time, time we... (Ooh, ooh) They know who we are by now (They know who we are) Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) I saw my first two million dollars, I was 23 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 24th b-day, I'm sailing to Bermuda, you can see me on a yacht Blasting pop, 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 despise your desire to be different My ten year old plan is just one year to finish My list with like this, first thing to souther The difference in p-ssy, 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 It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh) It's time, time we... (Ooh, ooh) They know who we are by now (They know who we are) Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) From Letras Mania