- Nicki Minaj All I Do Is Win 歌词
- Nicki Minaj
- All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybody's hands go up And they stay there And they stay yea And they stay there Up, down, up, down, up, down Cause all I do is win, win, win And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there Sittin' on the top floor, what you think I'm hot for Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up Them hands go, up; them fans go, up I'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay there We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep I'm yellin' "free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets Who hotter than me, I'm wearin' the crown We can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti Niggas ain't ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti Mario Andretti, money comin' fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I could never be a racist, wake up every morning just to count white faces Neo in the Matrix, glorious as Morpheus Employed all warriors, I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian 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, better Uh-huh, Okay Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitter-patter Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatter Niggas know there ain't nobody, better, better, better I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut So sick when I come and hit em in the gut You will crown me king (no matter what!) Ok let's shine my friend Get up on my grind again Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause Her heart racing like she snort cocaine I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name Got the most paper Mr. New York Times I'm a natural born winner nigga New York mines Everybody getting money but I cop the first six Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch Yea, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitch If it's less then nine digits nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really mad Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad I ain't mad ma, see you on your bummy swag I'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bags I told Khaled you the best but I'm the bestest Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist You could talk slick, all the way down to the welfare Ask the IRS bitch, I'm paying for your health care I'ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues First off I am not for Britney Spears initials Thats no B-S, at your re-quest Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-S Yea it's Young Funeral, all black on me So act like summers over and fall back homey Winnin' is all I do, I'll answer all of you But y'all ain't sayin' shit, like prank callers do It's already proven, I got them birds movin' All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin' Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger I'll show you what to do with em Finish em, I'm through with em They gon have to jump me, it's gon take a few of em They don't want no problems, they might end up suing em Disassociate yourself, have nothing to do with em We already got a jet, we tryna get two of em Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little Italy Your wife she a screamer yellin' slow down Joe, you killin' me Beat her like a prize fight mommy I’m a rude boy You just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toy Nigga it’s a stick up, a motherfuckin' robbery I done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of me Ridin' through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me Puffy surfin' on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin' me
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