Winner's Section
I'm getting paid
Your chick amazed
She twist the haze
We in a daze
Getting blazed
You in the way
Please hon, I don't really see son in these Fendi shades
Cake chase; baby, I need all them figures
Ten to eight, eight, I be Audi on them niggas
I get the moolah -- what is recession?
Them niggas losers, this the winner's section
I just came up at the gambling spot
Money hanging out my ankle socks
Your bitch was saying that my hand was hot
I get any more cake, the rubber band'll pop
I cop those, every brand they got
Drop rolls, I ain't talking Phantom drop
That's light, watch me get it back twice
Prolly get it that night
Y'all ain't into that life
Okay, I'm all in, low riders
All rim, no tires
Ballin', I should have played for Harlem, globe trotters
Jeremy Lin, barely touched the rock
But I jump right off the bench and take a bunch of shots
You buzzing hot, baby, come and cool me off
You don't need Tony Danza to tell you who the boss
All I do is floss cause I'm seeing bucks
How you [?] floss? You don't even brush
You speak too much, close your mouth
You need a job, go hit an open house
Minimal wage, I'll get you a raise
You make that in a year, this what the kid got to say
Writer got me back on my other shit
Hand full of racks from another flip
Whip all black on my gutter shit
Have your chick calling me her daddy from that mothership
I'm riding with that thunder clique, we don't play 'round
KD with that trey pound, they hate me so they frown
Glock like my hot line, you talk shit, say now
Get that guap up when I pop up or get boxed up; PayPal
In the Porsche with the white seats
Bitch with me out of Georgia, got a nice peach
Bag cost the 3K, that's a white sheats
Ciroc G, stay with CoCo like I'm Ice T
Spike Lee, Mike's got 'em in a daze
Getting shade, copped a band for these finger rays
You challengers is amateurs, begin a phase
Fighting like you just got off the Jerry Springer stage
VVH swag, I say get appraised
On my job like a save, watch me get a raise
Why your [?] matching with the J's?
Asking me how much I paid
I'mm tell you silly motherfuckers that
Your chick amazed
She twist the haze
We in a daze
Getting blazed
You in the way
Please hon, I don't really see son in these Fendi shades
Cake chase; baby, I need all them figures
Ten to eight, eight, I be Audi on them niggas
I get the moolah -- what is recession?
Them niggas losers, this the winner's section
I just came up at the gambling spot
Money hanging out my ankle socks
Your bitch was saying that my hand was hot
I get any more cake, the rubber band'll pop
I cop those, every brand they got
Drop rolls, I ain't talking Phantom drop
That's light, watch me get it back twice
Prolly get it that night
Y'all ain't into that life
Okay, I'm all in, low riders
All rim, no tires
Ballin', I should have played for Harlem, globe trotters
Jeremy Lin, barely touched the rock
But I jump right off the bench and take a bunch of shots
You buzzing hot, baby, come and cool me off
You don't need Tony Danza to tell you who the boss
All I do is floss cause I'm seeing bucks
How you [?] floss? You don't even brush
You speak too much, close your mouth
You need a job, go hit an open house
Minimal wage, I'll get you a raise
You make that in a year, this what the kid got to say
Writer got me back on my other shit
Hand full of racks from another flip
Whip all black on my gutter shit
Have your chick calling me her daddy from that mothership
I'm riding with that thunder clique, we don't play 'round
KD with that trey pound, they hate me so they frown
Glock like my hot line, you talk shit, say now
Get that guap up when I pop up or get boxed up; PayPal
In the Porsche with the white seats
Bitch with me out of Georgia, got a nice peach
Bag cost the 3K, that's a white sheats
Ciroc G, stay with CoCo like I'm Ice T
Spike Lee, Mike's got 'em in a daze
Getting shade, copped a band for these finger rays
You challengers is amateurs, begin a phase
Fighting like you just got off the Jerry Springer stage
VVH swag, I say get appraised
On my job like a save, watch me get a raise
Why your [?] matching with the J's?
Asking me how much I paid
I'mm tell you silly motherfuckers that
Credits
Writer(s): Rusty Brito
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