Champs - American Psycho Outro Lyrics

I told her never wear that outfit again, go Patrick Bateman
Dita statemans, y'all niggas still doing Ray Bans
Back to what a nigga was saying
The words I'm laying
When the ink dries need zeros up on my statements
I was laying on my back in the sun, brighter days what I'm on
And I know I'm the one. Like a shot from a gun, already know that I won
Pressure shit weight a ton, my stories only begun my stories only begun

Double Alexander, Mcqueen and Wang
You might do it, we don't do it the same
I was eating baby chicken chillin at the Maison
They say my name with an accent "Monsiuer Champs"
You've prolly eaten there too but you call it "Mason"
Really what I'm tryna say is you ain't on what I'm on
So when I ain't f*cking witcha motherf*cker be gone
Wake up and smell the coffee maybe get a croissant

See
I'm wearing rick on rick Champagne you ain't no joke!
Drip on drip I hope y'all niggas float
Because I see your girl and I can tell she don't
By the way she looking at me drip has got her soaked

Scalini linguini I eat it up with a spoon
I'm treating her good so now she over the moon
Tie dye tee I think she got it from Yoon
She wearing nothing else while she dance to my tunes

Cash rules everything thing around me, get the f*cking cream, dollar dollar bills y'all
I had dreams in a V12, 2 girls sharing a seat belt man shit could all be so simple
Your party don't if your party not Westway
I dare say
Jumping out the gym like Dikembe
Niggas getting schooled and they I'm know they sensei
For f*ck sake!
Pussy niggas sweeter than soufflé!

I ain't really pressed I stay minding my business
I'm on cloud nine like I'm riding a nimbus
Bending up her spine like lil baby a gymnast and I'm looking at the judges all tens what a finish

Madonna Miami Mia gotta ask for forgiveness
Because I know the life I live, it ain't always religious
And So I look up at the sky I'm asking God for some wisdom
I'm in the valley death I pray he gimme the vision

I told her never wear that outfit again, go Patrick Bateman
Dita statemans, y'all niggas still doing Ray Bans
Back to what a nigga was saying
The words I'm laying
When the ink dries need zeros up on my statements
I was laying on my back in the sun, brighter days what I'm on
And I know I'm the one. Like a shot from a gun, already know that I won
Pressure shit weight a ton, my stories only begun my stories only begun