Champs - Dinner at Barberian's Lyrics

Dinner at Barberian's
Steak, cooked medium rare again
Got me thinking 'bout my cholesterol Champs, go pescatarian
All is well that ends well, god-damn champs Shakespearean
My sound makes waves, your shits like librarians

Sh sh sh sh sh
It dont make a peep !
I do this shit in my sleep
Tucked in the sheets
Now they want put me on beats ?
I used to pass 'em for free
Now there's a fee
I'm sure that you niggas agree
Champs MVP, indubitably
I'm in a whole 'nother league

Brown skin with the white toes
AP's with the rose gold
Think my daddy getting paranoid
Bullet proof car windows
Know my mama been working hard
In the states tryna play her part
Holidays playing in the snow
Go figure that's just how it goes

Baby can't you see just who we are?
Baby can't you see that I'm a star ?
Got some garments from Milan but then I rock it like its not
I might write another verse but this time make it sound like pop
I might pour myself a drink and pour some gin up on the rocks
And then I let my speaker knock
London to Toronto I swear they know who we are
Head is out the window and I'm screaming out the car !