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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAll I do Is Win (Remix)
[Hook: T-Pain]All I do is win, win, win, no matter whatGot money on my mind I can never get enoughWhenever me and Khaleddo the remix everybody's hands go upAnd they stay thereAnd they stay yeaAnd they stay thereUp, down, up, down, up, downCause all I do is win, win, winAnd if you going in put your hands in the airmake em stay there[Verse 1: DJ Khaled]Sittin' on the top floor, what you think I'm hot forEvery summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, upThem hands go, up; them fans go, upI'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay thereWe the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleepI'm yellin' "free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streetsWho hotter than me, I'm wearin' the crownWe can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now[Verse 2: Rick Ross]I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetaNiggas ain't ready for my Ferrari ScagliettiMario Andretti, money comin' fastMy honeycomb hideout is made of all glassI could never be a racist,wake up every morning just to count white facesNeo in the Matrix, glorious as MorpheusEmployed all warriors, I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin'Get a lot of money when I'm in the buildin'And I come and say there ain't nobody better, better, betterUh-huh, OkayNiggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitter-patterWhenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatterNiggas know there ain't nobody, better, better, betterI watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cutSo sick when I come and hit em in the gutYou will crown me king (no matter what!)Ok let's shine my friendGet up on my grind againSome niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause[Hook][Verse 4: Diddy]Her heart racing like she snort cocaineI got a billion reasons you should know my whole nameGot the most paper Mr. New York TimesI'm a natural born winner nigga New York minesEverybody getting money but I cop the first sixNow I run the game so I toss the first pitchYea, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitchIf it's less then nine digits nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really madUndisputed hailing all the way from TrinidadI ain't mad ma, see you on your bummy swagI'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bagsI told Khaled you the best but I'm the bestestBetter run for cover if your name is on my checklistYou could talk slick, all the way down to the welfareAsk the IRS bitch, I'm paying for your health care[Verse 6: Fabolous]I'ma make this here official, Let me clear some issuesFirst off I am not for Britney Spears initialsThats no B-S, at your re-questLean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-SYea it's Young Funeral, all black on meSo act like summers over and fall back homeyWinnin' is all I do, I'll answer all of youBut y'all ain't sayin' shit, like prank callers do[Hook][Verse 7: Jadakiss]It's already proven, I got them birds movin'All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin'Yellow gold cuban, nine mil RugerI'll show you what to do with emFinish em, I'm through with emThey gon have to jump me, it's gon take a few of emThey don't want no problems, they might end up suing emDisassociate yourself, have nothing to do with emWe already got a jet, we tryna get two of em[Verse 8: Fat Joe]Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little ItalyYour wife she a screamer yellin' slow down Joe, you killin' meBeat her like a prize fight mommy I'm a rude boyYou just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toyNigga it's a stick up, a motherfuckin' robberyI done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of meRidin' through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon mePuffy surfin' on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin' me[Hook]
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