Winters Ours ft. PC the Paper Chaser & Big Dog Rome Lyrics

I'm out here flyin' on a plane to get rich

I'm out here flyin' on a plane to get rich

I'm out here flyin' on a plane to get rich

Nigga, you better put your motherfuckin' Timbs on, nigga

And get them car hearts out, nigga

Talk to him

Cause I know we all niggas, the winner's ours, nigga

Yeah

What up, Black

What up, Doe

What up, PC

What up my niggas

Yeah, nigga, my nigga, back with you niggas, man

Y'all already know, nigga

Y'all better knuckle up, nigga

You feel me

Get on your job, nigga

When it's time, why you stack up and hibernate

In summertime, you're breaking whips out and separating

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

And all them bitches, all I did was bitch and make

And real niggas show respect cause the chances were tight

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

And all them bitches, all I did was bitch and make

And real niggas show respect cause the chances were tight

I fuck with OG niggas that play bones from spades

They got their secondings, just say y'all shit, shut your niggas the way

Just holla at my Tacoma about the price on the day

He said if shitness is dropped, we'll be good around 8 o'clock

So I went back to the hood and told my niggas to drop

You know we ain't eat up in bears and pigeons, flew on the block

Gotta keep the business discreet because these niggas is hot

Grind time, grind time, pieces, grams and ounces

Round and round, it's something new, low as hell with no malice

And if a nigga play his role, then he gon' get smoked

To all his racks, but I got that sack, but I still sell pieces though

And it's for all my street niggas, don't give up on your hustle

Say fuck all these hating ass niggas, just stay down to your bubble

Just bring your bears up to the moon and you gon' be the master

Now that's the price you get for hustling cause I done paid my dues

It's nigga time where you stack up and hibernate

In summertime you bring your whips out and celebrate

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

And all them bitches, all I did was bitch and make

And real niggas show respect because the chances will take

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

It's winter time so you niggas better suit up

Catch me in the spot where them junkies like to shoot up

They say they getting money so I'm screaming back, who us

Bitch I been grinding since the Iroquois school bus

Ain't nothing changed but my age and my size

You can tell that I'm real from the pain in my eyes

I lost my daddy and old dog in the same week

That's why I been getting so high dog I can't sleep

Southside murder block that's the same street

Where the good die young and the king cheat

This is my winter, I thought I told you niggas

Now we can't speak on the prices cause I don't know you niggas

But if we meet be on point like Westbrook

Now they gon' have to find out how many shots did your chest took

If we meet be on point like Westbrook

Now they gon' have to find out how many shots did your chest took

It's winter time where you stack up and hibernate

In summertime you bring your whips out and celebrate

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

And all these bitches on the tip because the bands that we make

And real niggas show respect because the chances we take

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

This hatin' niggas high, stupid this is how

Winner clicker, real money gettin

Yeah stackin' ball niggas, I mean we got that white shit

Yeah straight raw jigger, Roman Black Steve

Best believe they my dawgs nigga

Try to disrespect us, we gon' break the law nigga

Couple hollow tips, flip your whip and break your jaw nigga

All that for disrespectin', nah we ain't with the flexin

We'll just get the textin', make sure to get the message

Kobe boy stretchin', yeah nothin' like yoga

But all white Yola, straight drop, no soda

That's why the fiends come and shop, all white bowlers

And plus the food we got, nah nothin' like Kroger's

It's just a way of life, just gettin' these stacks bigger

I'm plottin' on the plan to get rich, you heard the trap nigga

I'm a trap nigga, statin' these facts nigga

Nah it's not an act nigga, nah not crap nigga

We the time where you stack up and hibernate

And summertime we bringin' whips out to celebrate

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

And all these bitches on that dick because the bands we make

And real niggas show respect because the chances we take

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it