Game Winners ft. Dashh Lyrics

Tell a btc that I go on and on, they ain't even think I'll last this long

Warrenbaby mr. Bring a package home

Heard a nigga wanted smoke, we be chiefing shit, shoutout to Pat Mahomes

Trophy Boyz, like we won the Super Bowl

Winning team brought it home, she ain't talking money ima pass her on

Tryna get some money ima add her on

The mother fucking team, get in touch if you really wanna eat

Me and Dash tryna Win, let me show you what I mean

It go Ring after Ring after Ring after Ring

I'm like Curry he like Klay Chasing Draymond Green

Warrenbaby, Dash Gambit we the freshest on the scene

Getting high instead of money now he dying like a fiend

They gone tell you I'm the one bitch

They don't like me cause they know I can't be fucked with

They can hate it all they want but it won't stop shit

Probably that this it was over nigga watch this

Mike Amiri on me couple racks for my outfit

Niggas be the feds need a badge and a crown vic

Tell a hoe keep yo hands to yo sides btc

Cause if hardbody get a call you gone die sis

Go to war about doggy shout out John wick

Same niggas that I started with I gotta shine with

Working hard everyday I need a profit

Talking anything but pape than it's nonsense

The same ones I grind with, who ima shine with

We can't take it to the grave but we gone die rich

Shut the fuck I'm tryna count this pape in silence

My niggas had poles before they had a license

Free my niggas, they got 'em stuck on them indictments

When I'm getting money only time I get excited

I can't never fold, you know that pressure build diamonds

Heard her got (Tuh) they understood the assignment

Catch me jugging somewhere out the way, Now shit looking brighter, it was rainy days

Get in this booth, get this money take the pain away

She know ima winner so she tryna keep me close

The way he acting, I can tell he never had a Ring before

Might just tell a bitch I lover her, I ain't mean it though

Million dollar niggas, show 'em something they ain't seen before

I got some shit gone hit a hat if they creepin low

I just bust another jack play, I had to switch my phone

Get 'em in, get 'em gone

Switch the addy, switch the route nigga it was me and Tone

Heard he had a Game Winning shot, but that nigga froze

Tryna get this Money, Hell yeah! you hit it on the nose

Brody tell 'em how it go

It Go Ring, after Ring, after Ring after Ring

After Ding, After Ding, after Ding after Ding

I'm like Curry He like Klay, Chasing Draymond Green

Warrenbaby Dash Gambit, we the Freshest in the Scene (Yeah)