All I do is win, win, win no matter what got money on my mind I can never get enough and every time I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down, up down 'Cause all I do is win, win, win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air make them stay there (Yeah, listen... Luda)
[Ludacris] Ludacris going in on the verse 'Cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies didn’t make it and my folks locked down I never went nowhere but they saying Luda’s back blame it on that conjure the hood call it Ludayac and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version Can't never count me out y’all better count me in got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in make millions every year, the South's champion 'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I, all I do is...
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(Win, win, who? Boss... Boss)
[Rick Ross] Swerving in my Lolo, head on the swivel you know serving me’s a no no clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy! tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me Loco down for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo ask you what you laughing at (what?) represent that mud life dirty money bitch you better get your mud right we come together holding hands and holla thug life we are strapped in all black it’s like thug life (all we do is win) you riding the what 'Cause we riding the night now she's riding with me 'cause you wasn’t riding right ROSS...
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[Snoop Dogg] heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove water getting boiled, dope being sold snoopy in the hoopty, system overload I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old I hung with the worst of them bust till I burst em up floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up pardon me I bossing up pressure up, bless ya bruh don’t mess with us we like the U in the 80’s back to back set a trap hit the lick, hit it back hit the trick, jump the track bitch I want my money back time and time again while I’m sipping on this gin Al Davis said it best, just win baby win