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Billy Joel
Ransom
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Mmm, you hear them pianos?
Sounds so good
I'm feelin' like a, like a black Phil Collins
Classical ghetto soul
Let's go
One thing about duffle, I don't hustle with a rookie
Portrayin' what you're not, just to try to get some pussy
Simple ass nigga spent a fortune on a bitch
That started a empire gettin' money off of cookie
Street connoisseur with a rich nigga etiquette
Talk money, so it's money talks in my rhetoric
Had to slang dope on the steps by my buildin'
Now I'm a success, gettin' checks for my children
Full length minks for my daughter in the winter
Celebratin' life 'cause I thought I was a winner
Paranoid as hell, nuttin' like fear
But livin' your dreams out could end up your nightmare
Livin' life fast, feelin' quite brash
But I never seen a point in treatin' women like trash
Student of the game, guess I'm in a different class
The people love 'em, a winner, I wonder if it'll last
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner
Couple models in a Sprinter
Three piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe, just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner
Flights out to Cannes, 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryna be a winner
I'm feelin' like a champ
Thirsty ass rappers, get your money in advance
I'm all like a boss
That backend money, that be hard to come across
I get it from the connect, never deal with the middle man
The soul of a lion, got control like a Mayan
They know that I'm quiet, but I stroll like a giant
Brought the .50 cal, that's for those that's defiant
I come from the shacks, like my last name Bryant
Diamond in the rough
Back in '05, pack a Simon in the clutch
You was with that dirty bitch, climbin' on the bus
Cryin' for a buck
Prayin' for a miracle, relyin' on a bluff
You the type of nigga spend his last on a bottle
Everybody leavin', you the last one to follow
Fresh off the porch, you can tell you're a beginner
I ain't never been a square, I was born to be a winner
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner
Couple models in a Sprinter
Three piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe, just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner
Flights out to Cannes, 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryna be a winner
So classical
So beautiful
So masterful
So musical
Let's go
The black Amadeus shootin' craps out in Vegas
Twenty on the table, they react like I'm famous
Time zone hustler, got his mind on the paper
Before I blow the dice, I give thanks to my maker
Used to be a derelict
Cracks in the pot, got it stirred so delicate
Boy, did I relish it
Now I'm with Giselle and her skin so delicate
Gift out of heaven, so I fucked her for the hell of it
Never would've thought
I'd see this size twelve push the pedal in a Porsche
A rebel with a cause
Devil in velour
Lookin' like a goddess
Always gotta win, I never settle for a loss
A young man told me he was headed for a grave
I told the young lad, rather death than a cage
Praise to the master, no respect to the slave
I give the people my life, every breath on the stage
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner
Couple models in a Sprinter
Three piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe, just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner
Flights out to Cannes, 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryna be a winner
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Got me thinkin' I'm a winner
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