Winner's Section (Explicit)

Winner's Section (Explicit) - JR Writer

I'm getting paid

Your chick amazed

She twist the haze

We in a daze

Getting blazed

You in the way

Please hon I don't really see sun

In these Fendi shades

Cake chase; baby I need all them figures

Ten to eight eight

I be Audi on them niggas

I get the moolah

What is recession

Them niggas losers

This the winner's section

I just came up at the gambling spot

Money hanging out my ankle socks

Your b**ch was saying that my hand was hot

I get any more cake

The rubber band'll pop

I cop those every brand they got

Drop rolls I ain't talking Phantom drop

That's light watch me get it back twice

Prolly get it that night

Y'all ain't into that life

Okay I'm all in low riders

All rim no tires

Ballin' I should have played for Harlem

Globe trotters

Jeremy Lin barely touched the rock

But I jump right off the bench

And take a bunch of shots

You buzzing hot baby

Come and cool me off

You don't need Tony Danza

To tell you who the boss

All I do is floss cause I'm seeing bucks

How you dudes floss

You don't even brush

You speak too much close your mouth

You need a job go hit an open house

Minimal wage I'll get you a raise

You make that in a year

This what the kid got to say

I'm getting paid your chick amazed

She twist the haze we in a daze

Getting blazed you in the way

Please hon I don't really see

Sun in these Fendi shades

Cake chase baby I need all them figures

Ten to eight eight

I be Audi on them niggas

I get the mula what is recession

Them niggas losers this the winner's section

Writer got me back on my other sh*t

Hand full of racks from another flip

Whip all black on my gutter sh*t

Have your chick calling me

Her daddy from that mothership

I'm riding with that thunder clique

We don't play 'round

KD with that trey pound

They hate me so they frown

Glock like my hot line

You talk sh*t say now

Get that guap up when I pop up

Or get boxed up; PayPal

In the Porsche with the white seats

B**ch with me out of Georgia

Got a nice peach

Bag cost the 3K that's a white sheet

Ciroc G stay with CoCo like I'm Ice T

Spike Lee Mike's got 'em in a daze

Getting shade copped a band for these cigarres

You challengers is amateurs

Begin a phase

Fighting like you just got off

The Jerry Springer stage

VVH swag I say get appraised

On my job like a slave

Watch me get a raise

Why you selfish matching with the J's

Asking me how much I paid

I'mm tell you silly motherf**kers that

I'm getting paid your chick amazed

She twist the haze we in a daze

Getting blazed you in the way

Please hon I don't really see sun

In these Fendi shades

Cake chase baby I need all them figures

Ten to eight eight I be Audi on them niggas

I get the mula what is recession

Them niggas losers this the winner's section