Girl I See You Winning
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Da-Diego
Mally Mall
She got her own ride, slide to the crib
No club promoter, she all in the VIP
Paid for those bottles that she 'bout to sip
Rollin' the smoke while we listen to Nipsey
I tasted the drugs on your tongue when you kissed me
Yeah, yeah
Sittin' first class, fly to Japan
Go to Ibiza just to catch a tan
Got her own crib, she don't need a man
All in the strip club, she poppin' them bands, yeah
She don't get jealous, she support her friends, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bad little squaw, gorgeous, little put together
Thicker than a baked potato, sour cream and cheddar
We make a good team (Team), we make a good mix (Mix)
Step out on the scene with the matchin' outfits ('Fit)
Top shelf (Top shelf), everything you do (Thing you do)
Closet full of Hermès and Jimmy Choo (Jimmy Choo)
Valentino, Dior, Chanel and Prada
Versace, Gucci, Louis, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Got your own side hustles and you pay yourself allowance
And she got a real nigga, she ain't fuckin' with no clown
Carry herself like a diva, let her hair down and hit the reefer
Drink tequila out the bottle, I pour it down and she swallow
Every day that she dress, she damn near dress like a supermodel
You for real, you authentic, ma, you the truth, you the gospel
Gotta live life like no tomorrow
We on like the most requested song, Serato (Serato)
Abracadabra, I'm a real factor
Reservations at Morimoto's in Napa
Might hop on the jet and go (And go)
Pack your bags, girl, let's go to Portugal
When we at a casino, roulette and baccarat (Baccarat)
The perfume that you wearin' is Joie Vaca-Rat (Vaca-Rat)
What is the world without women? (Nothin')
Girl, I see you winnin' (Winnin')
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin' (You know)
Oh yeah (Uh), oh yeah
Yeah, got her own crib, three bedrooms
No studio apartment
You throwin' shade from the sidewalk
Tell them girls don't start shit
Bunch of guys in her DMs
Miss her with that double heart shit
We spendin' days at the MoMA
Love how you be on your art shit
In her own lane, hey, Diane
Push the gas, bought herself that Cayenne
Turbo with the swerve, though
You could try to get her, get curved, bro
Ayy, like that
I bite her bottom lip and she bite back
Run it one time, run it right back
It's a marathon 'til the night cap
And every day is V-day
Pop the Clicquot, then pour
Bought you new lingerie
Agent Provocateur
Cop the biggest bouquet
She loves Venus Lafluer
I love the games that we play
You keep me beggin' for more, let's go
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin' (You know)
Oh yeah (Haha), oh yeah (G)
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah