Winnin’

By Pucknice

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Verse 1:

I keep on winning and winning

I run up these cheques and double my digits

I can’t even stop I do not know no limit

I am one of a kind ,I cannot even mimic

Water on me I can fill the Pacific

Speed in my lane they gon give me a ticket

I might just die young, I’m in love with these women(Mhmm)

They mess with my mind,they be blurring my vision

Won’t take any breaks I cannot waste a minute

I cleaned up my image my filter is vivid

Double cup with syrup my nigga I’m wit it

Just hit up your bih and she told me she wit it

She beg me to touch her and play with her kitty

She digging my style and she tell me I’m pretty

Don’t mess with my hustle don’t disrespect nipsey

I Wana be richer than mfin diddy

We Trappin and trappin

And trappin all day

If we host a party

We need a buffet

I ain’t talking bout beef

I am talking bout babes

Hanging with these baddies

They calling me bae

Hol up baby girl I do not know your name

Ain’t looking for love

I just came here to play

Ain’t looking for love

I am Not here To stay

These bettys love me like I roll in a wraith

I guess it’s the stars that they see on my face

Verse: 2

Whole lotta Confidence

Whole Lotta Complishments

Build me a monument

Remember the times Ive been through

Remember my niggas from high school

They were ready to brawl

They were ready to brawl like Michael

They were ready for all

They were read for all

Hunnids on Hunnids my money is blue

Bitches on bitches I like em in twos

Hiding my shii cause they watching my moves

If I make a mil ima spend it on jewels

You keeping tabs on all of my hoes

I’m paying the tabs I had when I was broke

I want the money to keep me afloat

Way too much drip I should get me boat

Look at my neck ,flex

Ice on my neck,Legendary is where I’m at

You should invest,these bitches impressed

When you pull up in Benz

They‘re after the gold

They’re losing their souls

They’re fucking niggas that are old(okayy)

They’re fucking niggas that are old(okayyy)