text: Lifestyle on camera 
  Hundred thousand dollar chandelier 
  They tried to turn me to an animal 
  But white people think Im radical 
  Supermodels think Im handsome 
  You might think Im too aggressive 
  But really I think Im too passive 
  Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin 
  1500, all in singles 
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  Round and round they go
  Round and round they go
  Pray for me
  Im about to hit the Ye button
  I dont wanna say nothin wrong
  But itd be wrong if I aint say nothin
  Imagine if I aint say somethin
  Wouldnt none these niggas say nothin
  I done lost and made money
  Now Im makin somethin they cant take from me
  And Im fresh out of debt in this muhfucka!
  And they still aint ready yet for a muhfucka!
  Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
  Im bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store
  Its Gucci!
  Fresh out the feds in this mothafucka 
  And they still aint ready yet for a mothafucka 
  Gucci Mane and Im bout to put my Yeezys on 
  Now that Gucci home, its over for you Gucci clones
  1500, all in singles 
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  Round and round they go
  Round and round they go
  Champions, we run the city
  Number one, they fallin from the top
  Round and round they go
  Round and round they go 
  Look, I say a prayer for my enemies
  They cannot slow down whats meant for me
  Funny how they come around like I cant see through they secret identities
  Lately, its all about Zen in me
  Subtractin the negative energy
  Fuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory
  My niggas keep it a century
  I blow the check up, nigga, detonation
  Kill em one by one, Final Destination
  Top my destination
  I got guardian angels all around a nigga, thats deflectin Satan
  Im a mothafuckin champion
  This right here the fuckin anthem
  I cant dap you without hand san
  I dont know where your dirty ass hands been
  I wake up to like a hundred texts
  Championship team, but we cant cut the net
  She all off in my jersey lookin underdressed
  Im finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX
  With...
  1500, all in singles 
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  Round and round they go
  Round and round it go, round and round it go
  Round and round they go
  Id rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  I took a nap in the pulpit
  I never like how a suit fit
  I got a pocket full of money
  It got me walkin all slew-foot
  Im on my wave like a cruise ship
  In that ho mouth like a toothpick
  Anyone get in my way
  Nothin to say, I tote em choppas like pool sticks
  I wear pajamas to Ruths Chris
  Couldnt walk a mile in my new kicks
  Im comin from the apartments
  We never had our damn pool fixed
  Walk in the mall with my new bitch
  Tell her to get the whole rack
  My new bitch gon pull me a new bitch
  Then pull me a new bitch
  See that is a snowball effect
  I got gold on my neck
  Lookin like a Super Bowl on my neck
  I got a mansion full of marble floors
  It look like I could go bowl in this bitch
  Versace logos on bowls in this bitch
  Like Im a serial killer
  I put the real in gorilla
  I did this shit for my niggas
  1500, all in singles 
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  Round and round they go
  Round and round it go, round and round it go
  Round and round they go
  Id rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  Champions, we run the city
  Number one, they fallin from the top
  Round and round they go
  Round and round it go, round and round it go
  Round and round they go
  Id rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  Im Yo Gotti!
  Reach for my chain is suicide
  The car I drive fit two inside
  They mad at Ye cause he all in the neighborhood
  But he let them goons inside
  Lets fuck up the neighborhood
  Lets fuck up the neighborhood
  Buy every house in this bitch
  You know that the money good
  My wrist in the kitchen go round and round
  Play with the kid, Ima gun you down
  The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found
  Official trap shit let me slow it down
  Way more shit than a Pamper
  All we rock is bandanas
  Whips so nasty, no manners
  I just got head in a Phantom
  She say she dont want a chump, baby want a champ
  She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp 
  1017s the Squad, Gucci Manes the stamp
  And he dont never sleep, hes a fuckin vamp
  I heard your bitch ride on the bus, you dont give a damn
  My bitch drive a Lamb, you should call her maam
  I love my Auntie Jane, but fuck Uncle Sam
  Im a walkin money machine, check my Instagram
  Niggas never test the kid so I dont have to cram
  My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown
  And I dont really fuck around
  I gave my bitch two mil cause she stuck around
  1500, all in singles 
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  Round and round they go
  Round and round it go, round and round it go
  Round and round they go
  Id rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  Champions, we run the city
  Number one, they fallin from the top
  Round and round they go
  Round and round it go
  Round and round they go
  Id rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole