The People's Champ Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, we ain't got no feeling
We stack it to the ceiling
Oh baby, what a feeling
My little nigga drilling
I know a couple killers
Ain't got no time for niggas
I'm tryna get that Richard
Squad, squad
I hate to text you're bitches
Them bitches say you boring
And I'm they favorite nigga
Boy, I just want my millions
They changing like chameleons
You fall in love with bitches
But I'm they favorite nigga
She wanna f*ck and I f*ck when I can
Ain't chasing no bitch, I'm just chasing the bands
She want my dick cause she know I'm the man
Sleep in the pussy, ain't taking no Xan
She know who I am, I got plenty of fans
I was so broke, I was taking back cans
You know I got a Glock and them blues in my hands
She fall in love, write my name in the sand
She fall in love, put my name on her nails
Packed from the coast and it came through the mail
Get the back guard and stay the f*ck out of jail
Ice on my neck and it look like hail
Boy, I pray to God how the f*ck I'm gone fail
She give me hair like the bitch came from Yale
Dick in her mouth, how the f*ck she gon' yell
Flipping the zips and I'm flipping the bails
Uh, yeah, I came a long way
Boy, I used to study with the bitches in the hallway
Now I'm throwing parties, going nuts like a payday
Walk up in the club, they waving at me like a parade
People acting funny, playing games, this ain't no charade
Throw an after parties, sell my merch because I'm self-made
Why the f*ck I'm in the club, my nigga, I be getting paid
I got lean inside my cup with Molly mixed with lemonade
Yeah, uh, yeah, we ain't got no feeling
We stack it to the ceiling, oh, baby, what a feeling
My little nigga drilling, I know a couple killers
Ain't got no time for niggas, I'm trying to get that Richard
Squad, squad, I hate to text your bitches
Them bitches say you boring, and I'm they favorite nigga
Boy, I just want my millions, they changing like chameleons
You fall in love with bitches, but I'm they favorite nigga
Ayy, yo, do your thing, yeah