[Intro: A$AP Ferg]

What we sing about, money, cars, and bitches

Uh

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]

What we sing about, money, cars, and bitches

And duckin' from the mistress and fuckin' off the riches

We be singin' 'bout money, hoes, and clothes

What you reap what you sow, you know how that shit go

We be rappin' 'bout thugs, drugs, and clubs

We all need a lil' hug, we all need a lil' love

What you talkin' 'bout? What you spell could be a spell

What you sayin' could be creatin' your own hell

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]

Life and death is the power of the tongue

So I rap about upscale livin' and what I want (Yeah)

Champagne and ice in a Goyard trunk

A couple bitches lookin' nice, mansion waterfront (What?)

We all must admit that's thе ego talkin'

We be trollin' hard to keep thе people talkin'

Lil' kid rap about how he bust a drill

'Cause he heard labels givin' out a million-dollar deal (What?)

And they don't give a fuck about none of us for real

Life is short, worst case, the artist get killed

And when we gone, they be makin' a bil'

Cashin' out off your songs while they keep you in jail (Uh)

And don't get caught with the R.I.C.O. on the beat, though

Incriminate yourself with your people on the D-low (Yeah)

Feds come through like Deebo and they evil (Uh)

Don't talk on Instagram, that's when you evoke (What?)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]

What we sing about, money, cars, and bitches

And duckin' from the mistress and fuckin' off the riches

We be singin' 'bout money, hoes, and clothes

What you reap what you sow, you know how that shit go

We be rappin' 'bout thugs, drugs, and clubs

We all need a lil' hug, we all need a lil' love

What you talkin' 'bout? What you spell could be a spell

What you sayin' could be creatin' your own hell

[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige & A$AP Ferg]

We are special, nothin' average about us (No, uh, yeah)

Extraordinary, so you never should doubt us (Never, never)

We are the DNA of a winner (We all winners)

We ain't rookies, we ain't no beginners (Yeah)

We got way too much to lose (What?)

So stay away with all your bullshit (Uh, yeah)

We're disruptive, yeah, we keep on growin' (What?)

Victorious, we gon' keep on goin', oh (This is music for the champions)

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]

The trouble don't start with the pill (Uh)

We self-medicate when the mental get ill (What?)

And wanna numb the pain 'til we can't even feel

We all walkin' in the dark and that's what give me the chills (Uh)

We all got light inside us to guide us

This for my lords and guiders, we got us (What?)

Keep white Jesus, Pac was a prophet (Yeah)

Hot like a Rasta, synagogue my casa (Uh)

Took time to find self, got me talkin' different (It did)

Didn't talk how I walk and it caused confliction

I wasn't feelin' right, I had to pay attention

Disassociated every time it caused tension (What?)

Mary said we just wanna be happy

I just wanna live and take care of my family

Keep the hate away, fuck nigga, don't dap me (Fuck nigga, don't dap me)

Double strapped so them hoes don't trap me (What?)

[Interlude: A$AP Ferg]

Champions, champions, champions, champions, champions

This is music for the champions

You know the rough road if the journey wasn't worth it, uh

[Outro]

Know what you're doin', man? You're givin' niggas an opportunity

You know, you're givin' 'em an opportunity to walk away from that butt rap shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Let's fuck, let's get high, you know what I mean? It's like

Pop that booty shit

You understand?

You dig what I'm sayin', man? That shit is—

Ayy, nephew

You hear that shit right there, man?

You listenin' to yourself?

You could, you, you, you, you takin' rap to the height, it can't, it can't, it's no room out, above, above that

They got the height, you're takin' 'em to the height

This is the highest shit, man

When you talk about what you talkin' about

What's higher? I ain't seen it

Yeah

'Cause it's the truth

You, yeah

No, it's not just the truth

It's the ultimate truth