FINNA WIN

Why don't you understand, lil' bitch, I been making my money I'm stackin' hunnids, counting my benjis Ain't nothing funny, when I pull up to the club You better know what's comin' yeah you better know I see a bad bitch, she's so fine, yeah she stunning The type of girl to send a bitch home, yeah she running home Feel like I'm running the show, yeah I got the cheat code Said that we fucking, I already know You know I'm finna win, yeah, you know I'm gonna win So run it, yeah, so run it, yeah We got the club jumping, yeah you know that everybody's lit We turnt up in this bitch, let me take another sip When you hit my line, asking me for money Yeah, bitch I don't care I'm on a different level baby, yeah I'm beyond compare Haters talking shit, but I stay winning, never losing Every song I get better, yeah you know I keep improving Ayo let's go, let's get out of here Let's go somewhere private Yo, she don't wanna go home So imma sell a little dough Got me throwing all the ones Got me throwing all the hundreds Got money and I'm selling She's so fine, she's so fine Got money to blow Got a million dollars cash I got money and I got a money maker hoe She be acting like she don't even really know The way she acting like she is a pro Bitch be sucking on my dick Keep it on the low Hey baby it's me, I hope you forgive Bitch just sat there and started sucking on my dick But you told me to win, so I finna win Yeah I just sat there and took it while she riding on me But it's not the same with you babe, I really swear She just started stripping, yeah and I kinda like it But yeah if you want holy matrimony till the end