100 Ways 2 Win Lyrics

Yeah, bout a hundred ways you could win

I just hit the jacks, switch the sim

I've been ballin' hard touch the rim

I got pain for all this love, yeah

And she beggin' me, baby, can you put down The cup, yeah

And she beggin' me, baby, can you go roll a Blunt for me

Marney when i step out, you ain't doin' nothin' For me

Need my Cartier's, yeah, we close to the sun, Baby

I don't fuck with nun these boys for them, I Brought some slugs, baby

Put that blunt in rotation,

Round here, we grew up blazin

Got locked up, that shit grow patience

Spent too much time on probation

I don't that god no more, but I feel that judge

Bitch, I don't locked in with my boys till the End we sippin mud

Yeah, the drugs, did they damage

Like, fuck all I wanna mansion

Yeah, my couch expensive fabric

Bitch I stack that bread, like sandwich

That bitch wanna ride in the vette

I said damn which

Bitch, I got the stars up on the roof, and they Be dancin

Sport mode, bitch i'm takin off

Bitch, said she proud of me, but faked it all

Dark room smoke a blunt i face it all

Bitch, I like you but love it when you take it off

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Got a hundred ways you could win

I just hit the jacks, switch the sim

I've been ballin' hard touch the rim

I got pain for all this love, yeah

And she beggin' me, baby, can you put down The cup, yeah