Ty Dolla $ign – Champions (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to Ty Dolla $ign’s new “Champions” track with Wiz Khalifa. The piece of new music was co-produced by G. Ry, Ghostrage, Section 8, OG Parker & Ty Dolla $ign. Read the lyrics, buy, stream, mp3 download.

Ty Dolla $ign Champions

Just last weekend, the Los Angeles Rams won the Super Bowl against the Cincinnati Bengals. In celebration of this, Ty Dolla $ign decided to return with a brand new song called “Champions,” which features none other than Wiz Khalifa. As you can imagine, this is a track filled with football metaphors, and just a couple of lines in, you can clearly tell that this is a track about the Rams. Hell, even the cover art is blue and yellow with a football field in the background.

With this song, Ty delivers his signature vocals over some celebratory horns that give you that marching band feel. From there, Wiz offers up a very solid verse that complements Ty’s chorus extraordinarily well. If you’re a Rams fan or even a player on the team, this is going to have to go in your rotation.

Ty Dolla $ign – Champions (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (prod. G. Ry, Ghostrage, Section 8, OG Parker & Ty Dolla $ign)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla, ayy
DJ Malski, let’s get it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
We the champions (Ayy), here in Los Angeles (Ayy)
We doing numbers (Ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain’t none above us (Ayy)
We doing numbers (Ayy), gang in the building and we taking over (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Call the promoters (Ayy), I just pulled up in this thang with my soldiers
I blew a zip and I’m still sober
Zaza, that’s mid, I’ma need me some gas
Call up Khalifa (Khalifa), bring the McQueen and the KK
He know I stay with some bad lil’ babies
T-G-O-D, baby, know that’s the gang gang
Crazy girls after the game, we throwin’ hundreds, we goin’ insane
Pourin’ this liquor out, pourin’ this liquor out
Dead homies got me pourin’ this liquor out
We get awards but we give God the glory
Now shootin’ my shot and most times I be scorin’
I do this for my city, I bring home the trophy
Feel like Freddie Mercury, we are–

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
We the champions (Ayy), here in Los Angeles (Ayy)
We doing numbers (Ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain’t none above us (Ayy)
We doing numbers (Ayy), gang in the building and we taking over (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Feelin’ like I can’t miss, baby, it’s all in the wrist
You really wanna be the boss, that’s expensive
Ain’t the real champ if you never defended
Put in that work, I’ma make ’em remember (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I just broke down hella trees yelling, “Timber”
Stand in the line, they put me in the center
It blow they mind when they see how I’m winning
Went back and doubled up, now you in trouble
My niggas all hustle, my diamonds all huddled up
T-G-O-D got the shit off the muscle
Ask me about my life, I love it, I love it (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I got so many rings, I need room for another one
Been through the pain, now it ain’t no more struggle
My team win the game, put our face on the cover
My brotha, we the champions

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
We the champions (Ayy), here in Los Angeles (Ayy)
We doing numbers (Ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain’t none above us (Ayy)
We doing numbers (Ayy), gang in the building and we taking over (Ayy)

[Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid & Jacob Collier]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh