Bound To Win

Yeah, don't fuckin' say your name to me
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fuckin' with the one
Yeah, you fuckin' right, you ain't ever wrong
Damn, I'd never let you trap me with a son
Yeah, you better keep it tight, you know I plan on coming home

Fuckin' with a boss, you bound to win
Watchin' from a distance, know you like that way I live, huh?
What you waiting for? Come and get it in
Five-star service, every building I been in

How the fu-
How the fuck you say yo' fuckin' name, twin?
Type of shit I been on, they just ask me for my stage name
Ay, don't let your ho around me, she gon' cave in
I'm the type to skip the small talk, she type to face it

Classy bitches come in, andale!
Ratchet bitches hit 'em with the, "Callate la ¡muévete!", (bye!)
I just got my wire, finally
Ask me what I'm on, to finer things, mm-mm

You the one I want, you the one I need
You fasho my type, I just know that pussy sweet
Go ahead, catch a vibe, you could match my speed
Keep it real with me and I won't let shit get between

Bad ho, bad ho
Bad ho, bad ho
Bad ho, bad ho
Bad ho, bad-bad
Seen you from over there, I need you bad-bad
The way I'm throwing up the five, you'd think I'm (blatt-blatt)

Yeah, you fuckin' with the one
Yeah, you fuckin' right (yeah), you ain't ever wrong
Damn, I'd never let you trap me with a son
Yeah, you better keep it tight, you know I plan on coming home

Fuckin' with a boss, you bound to win
Watchin' from a distance, know you like that way I live, huh?
What you waiting for? Come and get it in
Five-star service, every building I been in (out-out)



Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Sisneros
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link