Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Winners , by - RozayRelease date: 09.12.2012
Song language: English
Winners |
| Meek ain’t countin' money no more |
| If it ain’t right, it ain’t right |
| Zip the bag up |
| Drop it right there |
| Ugh! |
| I got these niggas hatin' on me |
| But I don’t give a fuck, because they bitches waiting on me |
| I’m just counting all this money, and buying all these hammers |
| So when these niggas play, I let my shooters go bananas |
| Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster |
| My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor |
| These niggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor |
| Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her |
| I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada |
| Fly as hell in YSL boy I got a lot of 'em |
| Madre and cabanas, that’s where they probably find us |
| Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor |
| I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas |
| Wipe my ass with the riches like it’s some toilet tissue |
| Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter |
| Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga |
| Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' |
| Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles |
| My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring |
| Fucked her that Friday night |
| We both woke up that Sunday morning |
| Young nigga, lotta cash, bad bitch, lotta ass |
| Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad |
| Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and |
| These niggas is kinda nice, which means they kinda ass |
| I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash |
| Monday I’mma wear my J’s, Tuesday in my Prada bag |
| Wednesday I go Louboutin |
| They say «How you been?» |
| I say «Doing fine» |
| Bitch I ball hard like 2 LeBrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie |
| I’m Superman, my bitch is super fly |
| I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide |
| A nigga play with me? |
| He know it’s do or die |
| Cause I got a big Mac, and that bitch be super sized |
| Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels |
| 'Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all them bitches coming soon |
| Tell 'em that I’m comin' now, tell 'em I’mma common coon |
| Boy my shit be super hot, I name my album summer June |
| I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas |
| Wipe my ass with the riches like it’s some toilet tissue |
| Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter |
| Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga |
| Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' |
| Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles |
| My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring |
| Fucked her that Friday night |
| We both woke up that Sunday morning |
| Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose |
| He said that that workin', I was like «okay» |
| She say give me money, I was like «no way» |
| She got mad and text my phone |
| It ain’t no work if it ain’t no pay |
| I’m like be gone bitch, be gone bitch |
| I pop a perc, turn on my on switch |
| Them bitches ain’t on that, nigga cause they on this |
| You put 'em on money and I put 'em on dick, really though |
| I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas |
| Wipe my ass with the riches like it’s some toilet tissue |
| Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter |
| Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga |
| Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' |
| Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles |
| My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring |
| Fucked her that Friday night |
| We both woke up that Sunday morning |
| Can I ask a favor? |
| Please embrace that Meek is just that boy now! |
| Why fight it? |
| You’re doing yourself a disservice |