Winning

Yeah Y'all ain't ready for that Wait Y'all ain't ready for that Y'all ain't ready for that Y'all ain't ready for the boy Go and tell them calm down Y'all ain't ready for that Nah Y'all ain't ready for that Y'all ain't ready for that Y'all ain't ready for the boy Go and tell them calm down Look Caught up in the noise So I made my own sound Talking about you goin' bring your boys Go and bring them all down I ain't making no appointment imma Wait Money Mover Musa on the beat though Let it eat though Warm it up warm it up We in feast mode Trying to put another banger On repeat though And trying to turn a goodie goodie To a freak though See y'all In the back Grab a friend Bring them in like How you turn up in that dress When it's skin tight Why your collar around your neck To your chin like damn Got you on a leash Who chained you Girl how you do it like that who trained you Turn up for the city It's the least you can do Dress hundred band Flex on the gram With your iPhone Finding new lighting new angles Been trying to bring it back loose dog No this ain't no water that's juice dog Mouth getting bigger Because you got my name in it While you talk about it imma stay winning Why they mad huh And why they mad Cause they finally see me winning I mean Why they mad Cause they finally see me winning Trying to Hold me back Since a youngin' been beginning I mean Why they mad huh Why they mad huh And why they mad Cause they finally see me winning I mean Why they mad Cause they finally see me winning Trying to Hold me back Since a youngin' been beginning I mean Why they mad huh Why they mad huh And why they mad Because I put on for the ville Please don't call me dad Because she said she on the pill They don't want me back Because my wallet never filled so When I get paid Know it's not yours Goin' be covered in the cheddar Like I'm nachos Don't be talking about no feature Boy I got those Only rapping about that blunt You a bump in my rode You ain't only pot heads you a pothole Acting needy when you see me We are not bros Cooking greedy fettuccine on a hot stove Bugging like a roly poly homie Holy moly Only know me solely for the gold He know he only phony Hoe be on me Oh I swear they on me Swear they owe me holy ceremony How they carry on me Swear they only really care when only All the diary on me Shake it up and put a cherry on me I swear they only getting mad huh And why they mad Cause they finally see me winning I mean Why they mad Cause they finally see me winning Trying to Hold me back Since a youngin' been beginning I mean Why they mad huh Why they mad huh And why they mad Cause they finally see me winning I mean Why they mad Cause they finally see me winning Trying to Hold me back Since a youngin' been beginning I mean Why they mad huh Why they mad huh Why they mad huh Why they mad huh Freestyle no pen no pad huh Imma just keep going Until the beat done and Crowd going up and down Like they feet jumping Swear the people come around And the beat drumming And if they trying to take me down For my crown You can tell these boys to keep coming Like why they mad huh