mr. win

Woah, yeah Huh huh Woah Woah Shit Yeah, bitch I ran it up, and out with the money Im counting this paper huh, woah, shit so funny I saw that boy running, he made half mil, and then he retired Quit bitching, you could've been balling, you stay where you at That's why you falling, spend a half of mil On all this shit that I don't even think about My girl is the only thing im thinking about She's prettier than the night skies He popping a pill, stay where you at, I know what's your deal Be honest who is the reacher man It's me cuz I had a working plan All of my shows, they seem to bring a lot of hoes Huh, yeah, im here just chilling yea, you know what im feeling Shit, hop it the whip, get in and bring a stick Huh, turn the volume up, I don't know where to start Im riding in the whip, windows going down They trynna be like me, but they can't make a sound Im dripping with the sauce, icy as can be Im living large, just call me Mr. Win Im on the late night grind, stacking paper to the ceiling My bank account's fat, it's overflowing with the feeling Im in the studio, laying down tracks, making flames, Every-time I rhyme, it's like a symphony of pain and gains Yeah, bitch I ran it up, and out with the money Im counting this paper huh, woah, shit so funny I saw that boy running, he made half mil, and then he retired Quit bitching, you could've been balling, you stay where you at That's why you falling, spend a half of mil On all this shit that I don't even think about My girl is the only thing im thinking about She's prettier than the night skies He popping a pill, stay where you at, I know what's your deal Be honest who is the reacher man It's me cuz I had a working plan Im in the zone, im feeling like a beast My rhymes so fire, they igniting on receipt Rapping so fast, you can't keep up with me My flow so smooth, like a butter, it glides with ease