Big Champ

[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