RWTW ft. Ribby Lyrics

I roll with the winners

I pray to god

Pray to god cuz I was born sinner

Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December

Imma make it out for the days I don't wanna remember

So we hustle hustle from the summer summer to the winter

Gotta pay your dues and stay true

Let em other motherfuckers hate you

Momma stressing out cuz the rent due

I roll with the winners I can't lose

So ain't never worried bout what they do

Boy I'm boutta be a money tycoon

Imma take ya shorty out to can cun like

Never worried bout them bitches

Only focus on ya moms and

Turn them ones up into them millions

Glad I'm not from the streets

Cuz I didn't have to kill shit

But you better not play with me

Cuz I'm really on my drill shit

I told my dawg Ribby we taking the city

All of them biddies be tryna get with me

She ain't drinkin on Henny she sippin on Whitney

She boutta feel me

Ahhh

I told her don't kiss me

You might catch feelings and that shit be risky

I'm inna club be gettin real tipsy

Shoutout the legends

R.I.P Nipsey

Imma digress cuz I'm going off

She in my room with her panties off

She be shakin that ass she be showing off

Ribby's path better never cross

He might let it go if you throw him off

So imma keep rollin with the winners straight to the top, we ain't ever take a loss

I roll with the winners

I pray to god

Pray to god cuz I was born sinner

Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December

Imma make it out for the days I don't wanna remember

So we hustle hustle from the summer summer to the winter

Haa

Yeah I roll with the winners

By myself i'm a sinner

Any nigga who want it

You know imma get em

Like

We came from rags to riches

Psych

We came from mags and extensions

We clean em up like some dishes

Ha

I hope you got feel this shit

Growing up going late to school was on some demon shit

Selling bags from town to town just tryna get through it

You don't know what I been through bitch

So don't act like you do this shit

Hah

Louie Von for the fit

That's that exclusive drip

Got ya bitch on my dick

She out here Juul'in and shit

Hah

Hop on the beat go Ludacris

Any nigga who want you know

You know ima boom and shit

I roll with the winners

I pray to god

Pray to god cuz I was born sinner

Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December

Imma make it out for the days I don't wanna remember

So we hustle hustle from the summer summer to the winter

Gotta pay your dues and stay true

Let em other motherfuckers hate you

Momma stressing out cuz the rent due

I roll with the winners I can't lose

So ain't never worried bout what they do

Boy I'm boutta be a money tycoon

Imma take ya shorty out to can cun like