Songs 2

DJ Khaled/OG ft Swizz, Nicki, Joe, Busta, Fabolous & Diddy-All I Do Is Win Remix

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[Chorus: T-Pain]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
And they stay yea
And they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there

[Verse 1: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]
Sittin' on the top floor, what you think I'm hot for

Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up

Them hands go, up; them fans go, up

I'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay there

We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep

I'm yellin' "free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets

Who hotter than me (Khaled), I'm wearin' the crown

We can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti

Niggas ain't ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti

Mario Andretti, money comin' fast

My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass

I could never be a racist

Wake up every morning just to count white faces, Neo in the Matrix

Glorious as Morpheus, employed all warriors

I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Fire and brimstone, yoo

Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin'

Get a lot of money when I'm in the buildin'

And I come and say there ain't motherfucker money better, better, better, better!

Uh-huh, Okay

Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the
pitter-patter

Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatter

Niggas know there ain't nobody better, better, better, better!

I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut

So sick when I come and hit 'em in the gut

You will crown me king (no matter what!)
(Kill 'em!)

Ok, let's shine my friend

Get up on my grind again

Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause

[Chorus: T-Pain]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yea
And they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there

[Verse 4: Diddy]
Her heart racing like she snort cocaine

I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name

Got the most paper Mr. New York Times

I'm a natural born winner nigga New York mines

Everybody getting money but I cop the first six

Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch

Yea, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitch

If it's less then nine digits nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker

[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
Uh
Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really mad

Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad

I ain't mad ma, see you on your bummy swag

I'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bags

I told Khaled you the best but I'm the bestest

Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist

You could talk slick, all the way down to the welfare

Ask the IRS bitch, I'm paying for your health care

[Verse 6: Fabolous]
I'ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues

First off I am not for Britney Spears initials

Thats no B-S, at your re-quest

Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-S

Yea it's Young Funeral, all black on me

So act like summers over and fall back homey

Winnin' is all I do, I'll answer all of you

But y'all ain't sayin' shit, like prank callers do

[Chorus: T-Pain]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
And they stay yea
And they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there

[Verse 7: Jadakiss]
It's already proven, I got them birds movin'

All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin'

Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger

I'll show you what to do with em

Finish em, I'm through with em

They gon have to jump me, it's gon take a few of em

They don't want no problems, they might end up suing em

Disassociate yourself, have nothing to do with em

We already got a jet, we tryna get two of em

[Verse 8: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yo

Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little Italy

Your wife she a screamer yellin' slow down Joe, you killin' me

Beat her like a prize fight mommy I'm a rude boy

You just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toy

Nigga it's a stick up, a motherfuckin' robbery

I done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of me

Ridin' through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me

Puffy surfin' on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin' me

[Chorus: T-Pain]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
And they stay yea
And they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there

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