mr. win Lyrics

Woah, yeah

Huh huh

Woah Woah

Shit

Yeah, bitch I ran it up, and out with the money

Im counting this paper huh, woah, shit so funny

I saw that boy running, he made half mil, and then he retired

Quit bitching, you could've been balling, you stay where you at

That's why you falling, spend a half of mil

On all this shit that I don't even think about

My girl is the only thing im thinking about

She's prettier than the night skies

He popping a pill, stay where you at, I know what's your deal

Be honest who is the reacher man

It's me cuz I had a working plan

All of my shows, they seem to bring a lot of hoes

Huh, yeah, im here just chilling yea, you know what im feeling

Shit, hop it the whip, get in and bring a stick

Huh, turn the volume up, I don't know where to start

Im riding in the whip, windows going down

They trynna be like me, but they can't make a sound

Im dripping with the sauce, icy as can be

Im living large, just call me Mr. Win

Im on the late night grind, stacking paper to the ceiling

My bank account's fat, it's overflowing with the feeling

Im in the studio, laying down tracks, making flames,

Every-time I rhyme, it's like a symphony of pain and gains

Yeah, bitch I ran it up, and out with the money

Im counting this paper huh, woah, shit so funny

I saw that boy running, he made half mil, and then he retired

Quit bitching, you could've been balling, you stay where you at

That's why you falling, spend a half of mil

On all this shit that I don't even think about

My girl is the only thing im thinking about

She's prettier than the night skies

He popping a pill, stay where you at, I know what's your deal

Be honest who is the reacher man

It's me cuz I had a working plan

Im in the zone, im feeling like a beast

My rhymes so fire, they igniting on receipt

Rapping so fast, you can't keep up with me

My flow so smooth, like a butter, it glides with ease