Winning

Fuck all these niggas & these bitches, ya heard it I mean it
I ain't talkin to you if it ain't about the digits, ya heard it I mean it
I can't wait till I can cop the rover or the Bentley, ya heard it I meant it
Put my momma in a crib, & throw her a milly, ya heard it I meant it
I don't need a scale I can eyeball the Grammys, I spent a few hundreds and made it right back here
I'm cool with plug cause we sorta like family, he threw me the work now I'm flipping a pack
Just talked to yo bitch and she said that you tripping, & now she came over and throwing it back
I know a few niggas that kept it real wit me, they never switched up always kept it a stack

Now sit back and picture tourin
Shots at yo bitch and I'm scoring
Fly like a bird and I'm sourin
Fly like a bird and I'm sourin

Ima say it like a real nigga, ima stick to my word if I said it I meant it
Don't fuck with you niggas or none of you bitches
I'm chasin this money I'm all bout my riches



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Writer(s): Hb Cori
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