Gudda Gudda - All I Do Is Win lyrics

(Young Cash - Intro) Young Cash Brick Squad! We started this brick sh** n***a! (Chorus) All I do is win, win, win, no matter what Young n***as from the hood and we don't give a f** And every time we hop out wit' them choppas Everybody hands go up, and they stay there They better stay there, they better stay there Lay down, lay down, lay down 'Cause all I do is win, win, win It started in the hood so that's where it begins Let 'em stay there (Young Cash) I got so much swag, I stick out like a shark's fin You swimmin' in my water, I'm 'bout to let them sharks in Real n***as in my circle, and I don't let no marks in I preach to the streets, call me the young Al Sharpton I know what coke I need, hit the streets with my nig' I rob ya for ya bricks, I don't give a f** like F.E.M.A. Me and Hin off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I'm Gotti the brawn G I'm the M.V.P., I got championship chains Triple double on these n***as Ten blocks and twelve steals Fifteen a six, tell me that I ain't real Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a n***a for twelve Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team player Like the A-Team, n***a this the Yay Team, big work n***a They should wear it on my flat screen (Gudda Gudda) Okay, all I do is win, no need for another option Fly like the wind, they nicknamed me helipcopter I don't sip gin, my cup fulla that purple sh** All real n***as 'round me, no Urkel sh** I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't money what's the purpose? If it don't make dollars and cents, it ain't worth it b**h Alotta clowns in this rap game on that circus sh** While I proceed to win and shake the game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We up in Harlem on some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna send these young kings home like they Bron Bron I rep this arm strong, cold, get your long John Whip game proper, I got that off white (?) Fourth quarter, fourth down, four seconds on the clock Mothaf** a huddle n***a, just give me the f**in' rock Goin' up the middle, and I don't need a f**in' block Touchdown, the South win, b**h get off the f**in' jock (Iceberg) Iceberg n***a! And if you don't know me you can call me Billion That 'Maro on them four Gaidos And I don't got them Asanti's spinnin' I specialize in packin' dro in grey clutches And when it come to hoe n***as, I be face thumpin' And in Dade County we flop n***as with dummy bricks And quick to cop them real chickens wit' that counterfeit And if we don't know ya we touch ya If you buck we bustin' Then throw it up in the club for the f** of it It's 'Berg (Tity Boi) Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they call me 2 Chainz If I die, bury me inside this blue flame You know what it is, Louis on my shoestrings I make ya girl get loose for the loose change Chandelier on my neck, black and white like a panda bear This is not a 911, this a Panamera Everybody starin', tryna see what I'm wearin' From the era, where M.O.B. mean money only better (Chorus) (T-Pain) Okay, Pizzle! Ehem Ladies and gentleman, the South is in the f**in' spot It ain't no sleepin' on me dawg, I ain't a f**in' cot I'm rude to every b**h, hoe is you gon' f** or not? Especially white who*es, yeah, gargle this f**in' co*k They say, "Pain why you ain't on the first "All I Do Is Win"? And I say, "I am stupid, I'm just here to get paid again." I went and got the Field Mob n***as and made 'em friends And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may begin (Chevy P) What up dum-dum? Ya better run um Comin' wit' my hundred round drum for the trunk punk Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna done Put holes through yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun So jack and be nimble, and jack and be quick Or I'ma light yo' a** up like a candle stick Like Erv Gotti, I'm ridin' on Asanti's, now that I'm on Chevy sit so high I can give E.T. a ride home (Chorus)