Mr.Money - Winnin' (feat. Lo) Lyrics

I was just broke on my ass now I'm winnin'
I got a Tec and it squeeze like a lemon
Who is this nigga don't know why he chillin'
I'm on the block I don't be in the kitchen
I move the birdies ain't talking bout pigeon
I had his girl and I f*cked for a minute
All of these women and all of them twinnin'
In the championship and you know that winnin'
I was just broke on my ass now I'm winnin'
I got a Tec and it squeeze like a lemon
Who is this nigga don't know why he chillin'
I'm on the block I don't be in the kitchen
I move the birdies ain't talking bout pigeon
I had his girl and I f*cked for a minute
All of these women and all of them twinnin'
In the championship and you know that winnin'

Glock gone pull back he in the sky
Dumped that lil bitch I don't know why she cry
I get to the money and then I get fried
I'm her to take what is all mine
AR-15 in the back and it's chilling
I'm really a hero they say imma villain
They tried to put me away from the dealin'
Dark web money I still got a million
Choppa on me same size as children
I pop a bottle now I'm in the building
We go to the crib we don't do kissin'
She just met me now she talking bout sinnin'
I'm in her mouth and I feel like a fillin'
All of my niggas gone eat Thanksgiving
Imma shoot a nigga up Penicillin
With all this killing don't know how we winnin'
Move a brick El Chapo
Ball like I hit the lotto
She on me why tho
Got her in the crib wide open
Got her in the bed soakin'
Laugh at niggas like they jokin'
4 am and she domin'
Got her wet like she rowin'

I was just broke on my ass now I'm winnin'
I got a Tec and it squeeze like a lemon
Who is this nigga don't know why he chillin'
I'm on the block I don't be in the kitchen
I move the birdies ain't talking bout pigeon
I had his girl and I f*cked for a minute
All of these women and all of them twinnin'
In the championship and you know that winnin'
I was just broke on my ass now I'm winnin'
I got a Tec and it squeeze like a lemon
Who is this nigga don't know why he chillin'
I'm on the block I don't be in the kitchen
I move the birdies ain't talking bout pigeon
I had his girl and I f*cked for a minute
All of these women and all of them twinnin'
In the championship and you know that winnin'

Thinking way back when the O wasn't poppin'
I ain't have none of these hoes as an option
Now they come ready with friends and they raunchy
Kids on they tongue these ain't up for adoption
Hood on like Klu Klux
I'm coaching these shooters
Versace Medusa no bullshit like Rodman
Money man with me he just spent like 50
Attire he drippin' somebody come mop this
Rings like Bill Russell my mental on Jordan
Got me a bag so my ego enormous
She green like shego I think that she gorgeous
Gimme one night Then she be gone by the morning
This shit too easy these niggas wanna be me
Talk all that shit like my niggas ain't creepin'
Catch him in person they get hibee jeebeeze
Bird box it's gone be the end if you see me
Aye hold on
Realize that I'm living out what I've been dreamin for so long
Down bad had hand me downs the class clown you would joan on
Now I'm out blowin by the pound
Watch the niggas that you joan on
I can't do no wrong

I was just broke on my ass now I'm winnin'
I got a Tec and it squeeze like a lemon
Who is this nigga don't know why he chillin'
I'm on the block I don't be in the kitchen
I move the birdies ain't talking bout pigeon
I had his girl and I f*cked for a minute
All of these women and all of them twinnin'
In the championship and you know that winnin'
I was just broke on my ass now I'm winnin'
I got a Tec and it squeeze like a lemon
Who is this nigga don't know why he chillin'
I'm on the block I don't be in the kitchen
I move the birdies ain't talking bout pigeon
I had his girl and I f*cked for a minute
All of these women and all of them twinnin'
In the championship and you know that winnin'