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Forever Winning
Jae Millz
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Lil Wayne
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If not us, then who?
Leggo
Young Money, we the hardest team
Forever winnin', bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump, girl, do your damn thing
We 'bout that life and them niggas ain't 'bout a damn thing
Okay, they say time is money, and most say life is short
So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullshit walk
You in that bullshit? You might as well walk
I'm in the air, first class, pound key, can't talk, sorry
Look in my eyes, all you gon' see is a real nigga
No-no-no deck of cards, nigga, I'll deal with you
I talked to the ghost of James Brown
It was a man's world then and it's a man's world now
If you's a fake nigga before, you's a fake nigga now
Nothing changed, same song, same lyrics, same sound
Same shit, different day, new problems, same K
That revolver got that bang, that automatic just spray
Fuck games, I don't play, it's like since NBA 2K
Or that Madden, I ain't laughin', you
Lose for that cash, then you best to pay
That's just Jae, Jae don't think, Jae just go HAM before you can blink
You go get a drink, she wink, next thing
I know, she bent over my sink, Millz
Young Money, we the hardest team
Forever winnin', bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump, girl, do your damn thing
We 'bout that life and them niggas ain't 'bout a damn thing
It's Lil Tunechi, I ain't on shit
I was born Wayne, wish I was born rich
Millz, what it do? Where them New York bitches?
If these walls could talk, I hope they'd talk business
And I got my money right, and since my money right
I can get some kidnappers to go kidnap your son and wife
I don't pack a gun or knife, I pack a checkbook
And I just point, God, Russell Westbrook
On the real, nigga
The clips got curves, that's sex appeal, nigga
I'm extra ill, you pay the medical bill, nigga
We masked up like there was a chemical spill, nigga
Fuck with me, E-Y-E be dead if you will, nigga
And when we rollin', we'll pop you like an extra pill, nigga
Shoot to kill, nigga, the truth'll kill niggas
One time for Harlem, two for Millz, nigga, Tunechi
Young Money, we the hardest team
Forever winnin', bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump, girl, do your damn thing
We 'bout that life and them niggas ain't 'bout a damn thing
YMCMB, we the hardest team
Forever winnin', bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump, girl, do your damn thing
We 'bout that life and them niggas ain't 'bout a damn thing
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