[Intro]

Umm, you hear them pianos?!

Sound's so good

I'm feelin' like a, like a black Phil Collins

Classical ghetto soul, let's go

[Verse 1]

One thing about Duffle, I don't hustle with a rookie

Portrayin' what your not just to try to get some pussy

Simple ass nigga spent a fortune on a bitch

Then started her Empire gettin' money off of Cookie

Street connoisseur with a rich nigga etiquette (yes)

Talk money, so it's money talks in my rhetoric (yes)

Had to sling dope on the steps by my building

Now I'm a success, gettin' cheques for my children

Full length mink for my daughter in the winter

Celebratin' life 'cause I thought I was a winner (woo!)

Paranoid as hell (yeah), nothin' like fear

But livin' ya dreams out could up ya nightmare (yes)

Livin' life fast, feelin' quite brash

But I never seen the point of treatin' women like trash

Student of the game, guess I'm in different class

The people love him, a winner, I wonder if it'll last (last)

[Chorus]

Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner (like a winner)

Couple models and a sprinter (right)

Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner

Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (yes)

Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter

Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)

People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner

But I'm tryin' to be a winner (I'm a winner)

[Verse 2]

I'm feelin' like a champ

Thirsty ass rappers get ya money in advance

I'm more like a boss (yeah)

That back end money that be hard to come across

I get it from the connect, never deal with the middle man

The soul of a lion, got control like a Mayan (ahh)

They know that I'm quiet, but I stroll like a giant

Brought the 50 cal. that's for those that's defiant (yeah)

I come from the shacks like my last name Bryant (ha)

Diamond in the rough

Back in '05, had consignment in a clutch

You was with that dirty bitch climbin' on a bus (I remember)

Cryin' for a buck (yeah)

Prayin' for a miracle, relyin' on a bluff

You the type of nigga spend his last on a bottle

Everybody leavin', you the last one to follow

Fresh off the porch, you can tell you're a beginner

I ain't never been a square, I was born to be a winner

[Chorus]

Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner (like a winner)

Couple models and a sprinter (right)

Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner

Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (yes)

Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter

Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)

People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner

But I'm tryin' to be a winner

[Break]

So classical, so beautiful

So masterful, so musical, let's go

[Verse 3]

The black Amadeus shootin' Craps out in Vegas (right)

Twenty on the table, they react like I'm famous (yeah)

Time zone hustler, got his mind on the paper

Before I blow the dice, I give thanks to my maker (woo!)

Used to be a derelict

Crack's in the pot, gotta stir it so delicate

Boy did I relish it

Now I'm with Jazelle, and her skin so delicate

Gift out of heaven, so I fucked her for the hell of it (wooo!)

Never would've thought, I'd see the (?)

Push the pedal in a Porsche (right), a rebel with a cause

Devil in velour (yeah), lookin' like a goddess

Always gotta win, I never settle for a loss

A young man told me he was headin' for a grave (uh huh)

I told the young lad, "rather death than a cage" (okay)

Praise to the master, no respect to the slave

I give the people my life, every breath on the stage (yeah)

[Chorus]

Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner

Couple models and a sprinter (yeah)

Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner

Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (right)

Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter

Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)

People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner

But I'm tryin' to be a winner (I'm a winner)

[Outro]

Right, got me thinkin' I'm a winner...