All I Do Is Win Lyrics & Chords By Evil Empire

All I Do is win win win no matter what Got money on mind I can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands go up (Ey, showtime) And they stay there And they say yeah And they stay there Up down, up down, Cause all I do is win win win And if you goin' in put your hands in the air make em stay there... Sittin' on the top floor What you think I'm hot for Every summer drop more Hits to make my stock go (up) Them hands go (up) Them fans go (up) Number one in this bitch and I'ma (stay there) We the best of the best While you haters asleep I'm yelling free weezy I at the heart of the streets Who hotter than me (Khaled) I'm wearing the crown (we can't stop, won't stop) Go hate on me now I can never get enough when it comes to gettin' feddy Niggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scudliegi Mario Andretti, money coming fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I can never be a racist Wake up every morning just to count white faces Neo in the matrix, glorious as Morpheus Employed all warriors I mean as a scorpion Dr Kavorkian Like a hot brimstone Yo, everytime I come we got another nigga come and get a lot of money When I'm in the building and I promise there aint no mothafucker better better better Ah ha, ok Niggas know I got it when I hit ya with the pidda padder Everybody see me then you hear a lot of chitter chatter Know there aint nobody badder badder badder I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut, so sick When I come hit em in the gut You will crown me king (no matter what) Ok lets shine my friend Get up on my grind again, some niggas should be happy that I chose to rhyme with them, cause... Hey turn me up man, I want them to hear me Ayo check this out, My heart racing like I snort cocaine I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name She got the most paper, Mr New York times I'm a natural born winner Mr New York's mine Everybody getting money but I cop the first 6 Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch Yeah I let you wife her but she still my first bitch Less than 9 digits nigga that ain't fucking rich muthafucker Ayo, all I do is win aint that the reason that you really mad Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad I aint mad Ma, I see you with your bummy swag I'm in that money green Jag lot of money bags, I told Khaled that you the best but I'm the bestest Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist You can talk slick all the way down to the welfare As the IRS bitch I'm paying for your healthcare Look I'ma make this here official Let me clear some issues First off I am not for Britney Spears initials That's no BS at your request Lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS Yeah it's young funeral Hard black on me So act like summers over and fall back homie Winning is all I do, I'll answer all of you But y'all aint saying shit like prank callers do Yo, it's already proven I got them birds moving All I do is win I'm allergic to losing Yeah, yellow gold cuban, 9 mill brullian I show you what to do with em Finish em, I'm through with them They gon have to jump me, this gon take a few of them They don't want no problems They might end up sueing them Disassociate yourself have nothing to do with them We already got a shyea we tryna get two of them Just blew trial, crack lots like is little Italy Your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe you killing me Beat her like a prize fight mommy I'm a rude boy You just hit the powerball Everyday a new toy, nigga it's a stick up A muthafucking robbery Hots that have Haitian Jack proud of me Riding through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me Puffy surfin on the hood for niggas that keep doubting me