Lyrics Wins & Losses - Peezy, Young Buck, LOM Rambo

Wins & Losses

Came up off trips, in and off the interstate
Really be in the mix, all I be doing is getting payed
Watched my mama get high, watched my daddy go broke
So I ain’t have no other choice, shit I had to sell dope
See my auntie break a slab n the marbol table
Was watching cameras in the spot, while you was watching caibol
You ain’t never had a plug, seen this type of paper
Back when was in the with a translater
My auntie said a nigga 70 grams
I can cut an ounce of dope, with a safety pin
they finna raide again
out the back door, ad to gate again
I used to sll half tracks to get a pare of J’s
Now I spend a half slab on a diamond chain
If th shit don’t go as planned, we gon try again
I’m really into making bands, you niggas making friends
I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins
Good at making money, not good at making friends
Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands
And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again
I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins
Good at making money, not good at making friends
Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands
And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again
50 bands in my pants, in a pare of vans
Don’t know where I’m staying, I’m going where the plane lands
Dope man, I’m so fucking unforgettable
open up an eddable
state to state, ho I’m federal
I don’t have a single bitch, I have several
my Detroit niggas ratchet
Shawty we just choosing you, paper over plastic
Magision with the bricks, I know magic
So please think about your question for you ask it
Still transporting ills and my pints
couple undred on the lights
I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins
Good at making money, not good at making friends
Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands
And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again
I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins
Good at making money, not good at making friends
Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands
And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again
If it ain’t all there, I need another count
Like call the weed man up, I need another ounce
When the spot got hot, we bought another house
jumped on our trail, we did another rout
We just hit 400, ain’t take nothing out
You couldn’t walk a mile, you just run your mouth
It’s evidence that they ain’t fucking with us
as I spin up
Word to the ice, 30 racks get you lit up
I be in big deals, nigga you is just beginning
I had to go through the just to learn I’m winning
I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins
Good at making money, not good at making friends
Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands
And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again
I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins
Good at making money, not good at making friends
Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands
And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again