Текст песни Champions (Kanye West) с переводом

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

'Round and 'round they go

'Round and 'round they go

Pray for me

I’m about to hit the Ye button

I don’t wanna say nothin' wrong

But it’d be wrong if I ain’t say nothin'

Imagine if I ain’t say somethin'

Wouldn’t none these niggas say nothin'

I done lost and made money

Now I’m makin' somethin' they can’t take from me

And I’m fresh out of debt in this muhfucka!

And they still ain’t ready yet for a muhfucka!

Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on

I’m 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store

It’s Gucci!

Fresh out the feds in this mothafucka

And they still ain’t ready yet for a mothafucka

Gucci Mane and I’m 'bout to put my Yeezys on (Huh?)

Now that Gucci home, it’s over for you Gucci clones

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

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 (straight up)

Look, I say a prayer for my enemies

They cannot slow down what’s meant for me

Funny how they come around like I can’t see through they secret identities

Lately, it’s 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, that’s deflectin' Satan

I’m a mothafuckin' champion

This right here the fuckin' anthem

I can’t dap you without hand san'

I don’t know where your dirty ass hands been

I wake up to like a hundred texts

Championship team, but we can’t cut the net

She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed

I’m finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX

With…

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

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

I’d 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

I’m 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 Ruth’s Chris

Couldn’t walk a mile in my new kicks

I’m 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 I’m a serial killer

I put the real in gorilla

I did this shit for my niggas

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

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

I’d 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

I’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole

Than to get down in a hole

I’m 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

Let’s fuck up the neighborhood

Let’s 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, I’ma 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 don’t want a chump, baby want a champ

She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp (Gucci!)

1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane’s the stamp

And he don’t never sleep, he’s a fuckin' vamp

I heard your bitch ride on the bus, you don’t give a damn

My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma’am

I love my Auntie Jane, but fuck Uncle Sam

I’m a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram

Niggas never test the kid so I don’t have to cram

My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown

And I don’t really fuck around

I gave my bitch two mil' 'cause she stuck around

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

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

I’d 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

I’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole

Than to get down in a hole