Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Win, artist - Rittz. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Win |
| Yeah |
| You know what I’m talkin' about |
| It’s a trip when you’re goin' down |
| And you got all 'em suckers around |
| You know what I’m talkin' about |
| But what’s really fucked up |
| Is when you get up off your ass |
| Them same suckers that wanted to see you finish |
| Now they got to see you winnin' |
| And they got to see you winnin' |
| Tabernacle cathedral |
| Ain’t shit changed, but the time on the wrist watch |
| And my shit might rhyme, to design this hoodie, they send another gift box |
| Not the type of rapper you gon' find inside a thrift shop |
| Running to the money like a pitboss (whoa!) |
| Taking trips cross-country, My inbox full of titty pics, make a pit stop |
| You can see the lip prints on my dick from your lip gloss |
| Pimp shit, bitches always looking shocked, tell ‘em get lost |
| My celebrity affectin' me, somebody must have tipped off people where I live |
| See them riding by my crib with they phone, poppin' flix off, getting flicked |
| off |
| I’ma upgrade soon, 'cause I just made 200,000 every time I check my balance |
| I’m astounding, counting down my racks, I’m 'bout to lift off |
| NASA, plasma TV 65 inch, class of 98', skated out in 96' |
| Glass of Crown Royal, splash of a lime |
| Whizz, Massive amounts of gas, used to have to buy mids |
| Used to have to fry fish, thinking how can I fit all this shit inside this |
| Dumpster without having to dive in, making $ 9 an hour |
| I barely had enough to buy cigs |
| And I ain’t trying to say that I’m rich, but I ain’t trippin' on no ‘Port |
| package |
| Livin' more lavish, New York status |
| Got the horseradish and the Au Jus on the side of my prime rib |
| I’m just proud of what I did |
| When people see you living better, they lots of Dry Gin |
| But I ain’t finna let 'em nestle under my skin |
| Game over, I win in the end 'cause |
| So much time was spent |
| Trippin' 'cause I never had a dime to spend |
| Situation made it hard to find my strength |
| To convince myself in the end one day |
| I’d finally win |
| I knew I’d finally win |
| And I’ma keep winnin' again, and again, and again |
| 'Cause so much time was spent |
| Broke in the same boat with my friends |
| But when I blew there were |
| More then a few that would try to act cool |
| But I knew they hate to see me win |
| They hate to see you win |
| But I’ma keep winnin' again, and again, and again, and |
| Feelin' Tom Brady in the Super Bowl |
| Ridin' in the ' Vette they gon' stay patrol |
| Rizz on that brown, don’t lose control |
| All the work gone bring another load |
| Don’t leave the state, out on parole |
| Safe full of money, kill me for the code |
| This a celebration, Laco make a toast |
| Everybody eatin', fuck who ate the most |
| Going coast to coast, shop at different states |
| Jet skis on the lake, feds try to build a case |
| Stab me in back, smile in your face |
| Laid back, windows tinted |
| Home run, ninth innin' |
| 'member days with some pennies |
| They don’t wanna see me winnin' |
| So much time was spent |
| Trippin' 'cause I never had a dime to spend |
| Situation made it hard to find my strength |
| To convince myself in the end one day |
| I’d finally win |
| I knew I’d finally win |
| And I’ma keep waitin' again, and again, and again |
| 'Cause so much time was spent |
| Broke in the same boat with my friends |
| But when I blew there were |
| More then a few that would try to act cool |
| But I knew they hate to see me win |
| They hate to see you win |
| But I’ma keep waitin' again, and again, and again, and |
| I’ve done it all, seen it all |
| Slick boy, bitch, I was born to ball |
| Been kickin' up dust and stirrin' up fuss |
| Since a young nigga was about two feet tall |
| Been takin' trips back and fourth out the mall |
| Fuckin' up checks and servin' hard ball |
| Smoked the best green and shot at dope fiends |
| And hung with niggas who got lawyers on call |
| But now we gotta deal with the new wave |
| Some fake like Shaq wearin' Toupees |
| All the Instagram cap get you melee’d |
| Twelve addin' up shit like fifth grade |
| Some of the friends we grew up with |
| Ain’t to be fucked with and crab any chance they get |
| Say that we’d kill for you but steal from you |
| Too old for that duck shit, quit |
| Actin' like you solid when you know you ain’t |
| Ho runnin' through your vein like a blood bank |
| I mean the shit just pitiful, the hatin' gettin' critical |
| It rub off on a player like wet paint |
| Tell your partner that you comin' when you know you can’t |
| Tell your homie you gonna help them when you know you ain’t |
| Claimin' that it’s all good but the shit fake |
| I can tell if you’re a lame from a handshake |
| Ground floor, I’m getting money be the mandate |
| At the spot shit movin' like an earthquake |
| Fuck around get flipped, bitch, pancake |
| Do a 8, treat the shit like a mixtape |
| Say I’m strange but my clientele Norman Bates |
| Open 24/7 with the best rates |
| Watch the company you keep |
| Streets give or take |
| Ain’t a perm on my name and I’m still straight |
| So much time was spent |
| Trippin' 'cause I never had a dime to spend |
| Situation made it hard to find my strength |
| To convince myself in the end one day |
| I’d finally win |
| I knew I’d finally win |
| And I’ma keep winnin' again, and again, and again |
| 'Cause so much time was spent |
| Broke in the same boat with my friends |
| But when I blew there were |
| More then a few that would try to act cool |
| But I knew they hate to see me win |
| They hate to see you win |
| But I’ma keep waitin' again, and again, and again, and |