YOU AIN'T WINNIN!

(Yeah, aye)
(Yeah, aye)
(Yeah, aye)
(Yeah, aye)

You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (Nah)
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin'

Homeboy, get the fuck out my face
Homeboy, better stay in his place
I'm a young boy who in love with the cake
You a dumb boy, better stay in your lane
Woke up, took your bitch on a date
Next day, first class on a plane
You can hate boy, but I'm still gettin' paid
.40 on me, don't test my patience

Walkin' in, they give me a medal
Foreign car, floor touchin' the pedal
I'm stackin' my chips, I ain't talkin' no kettle
Gotta lay low, can't talk to the federal
This ain't a game boy, I ain't talkin' Nintendo
They tryna play me, but I never let 'em
Yeah, I started this shit, I guess it was destined
Now I'm a star in this shit, labels label me "weapon"
Took a long drive, I ain't know where to go
Bad bitch called me, told me she feelin' alone
And she lucky I picked up my phone, 'cause I don't really care for that hoe
Got one focus, that's on my dough
My gun hocus pocus, and you'll be gone
Oh you fuckin' poor bitch, can't get my money
The day I stop, when my diamonds stop shinin'

You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (Nah)
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin' (You ain't winnin')
You ain't winnin'

(Homeboy, get the fuck out my face)
(Homeboy, better stay in his place)
(I'm a young boy who in love with the cake)
(You a dumb boy, better stay in your lane)
(Woke up, took your bitch on a date)
(Next day, first class on a plane)
(You can hate boy, but I'm still gettin' paid)
(.40 on me, don't test my patience)

Don't swerve in my lane
Drop the top off of the Wraith
Chillin' with gang while we gettin' paid
They keep hatin', can't hear what they sayin'
More money than people my age
Ice on me, glass pane
You gon' feel my pain
Muddy my cup, that shit pink
Make your blood splatter like paint
I count the cake
I'm gonna rake
All the money I make
Water my neck, gonna sink (Yeah)
Diamonds wet like the sink

(You ain't winnin')
(You ain't winnin')
(You ain't winnin')
(No, you ain't winnin') (Nah)

Motherfuckers keep hatin'
They ain't never gon' win
They keep hatin'
Me and Vercii goin' up
Money on me, I'm on the top
Bitch...