Lyrics
Hey baby
Tastes good don't it? Its your favorite drink
You know every time we have sex
That Champs always turns you out, you feel me?
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it
Do it for the Champs bitch
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it
Do it for the Champs bitch
Do it for the Champs, Do it for the liquor
Do it for the shots, fuck you up quicker
Turn it to the max You ain't comin' down here
Dealin' wit a boss yea you better stay clear
Do it for the Champs, Do it for the liquor
Do it for the shots, fuck you up quicker
Turn it to the max You ain't comin' down here
Dealin' wit a boss yea you better stay clear
Ask why I do it? I do it for champs
No nursin' this drink, I turn to the max
Take her to the bed, put her on her back
If she gone tap out, take her to the mat
Cut friend on the low, keep it like that
Slave for her love, she a fiend for the rap
Goody Good but the champs make her bad
My name ain't Drake but the best she ever had
Gotta thing for rappers and I fit the typo
Champagne got her loose but the pussy tight though
Curve 'em off quick when they approach her
Down for me when we drink mimosa's
She hit the sheets then turn a freek
Hit the sheets then turn a freek
That pussy good just like my drinks
My dick in her thoughts, its gets hard to think
Do it I do it I do it
Smooth when she doin' her movements
Shootin' sex movies to music
Provin' shes really influenced
Who she is really into
Maneuver my way up into her
I hit it so Vicious she need a pill for the sickness
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it
Do it for the Champs bitch
Do it I do it I do it
Do it I do it I do it