INTRO
I came in here with my Championship Ring on!

VERSE 1
I came in here with my Championship Ring on
Everything Gucci, face burr with the lemon
Bad bitches on they knees, tongue speaking Klingon
Spending all that cash but the money keep appearing

Spend your whole check on a piece for my earring
Spend your next check on the ice that I sip on
Call up the bank and they tell me ain't no error
I guess that must mean that I'm a cash-magician

Nothing but my skin on, I let my dick swing on
My Biggie got these bitches hypnotized, pendulum
She just asked me if I could fuck her with my bling on
So I came in this bitch with my Championship Ring on

CHORUS
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So I came in this bitch with my Championship Ring on

VERSE 2
Santa in this bitch and I'm climbing down the chimney
She jingling my balls make my cricket jump, Jiminy
Stacking up my paper ‘til its higher than the Pyrenees
Weed so fucking loud these motherfuckers they ain't hearing me

Niggas want the beef, I got the heat, and I be searing meat
See me in the streets, I make ‘em sleep with the anemones
Sail the seven seas with my seaman until I'm seventy
By any means, I'm getting Benjamin's just like a centipede

I’m getting green, hustle for that cream, like I'm seventeen
What I mean, I be feeling me like methamphetamines
My enemies think they ahead of me, but I been on
Cause I came in this bitch with my Championship Ring on

OUTRO
Welcome to Plutography