(feat. Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross & T-Pain)
[T-Pain - Chorus]
All I Do is win, win, win, no matter what what what
Got money on 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.
Cause all I do is win, win, win.
And if you goin’ in put your hands in the air,
Make 'em stay there!
[Ludacris]
Ludacris goin 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 that didn’t make it and,
My folks locked down.
I never went no where.
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,
Ain'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...
[Chorus]
[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.
That's for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo.
Ask you what you laughing at.
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,
We riding the night.
You riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right.
ROSS...
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove.
Water getting boiled, dope bein' 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 on em.
Floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up.
Pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh.
Don’t wanna 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."
[Chorus]
[T-Pain - Chorus]
All I Do is win, win, win, no matter what what what
Got money on 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.
Cause all I do is win, win, win.
And if you goin’ in put your hands in the air,
Make 'em stay there!
[Ludacris]
Ludacris goin 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 that didn’t make it and,
My folks locked down.
I never went no where.
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,
Ain'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...
[Chorus]
[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.
That's for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo.
Ask you what you laughing at.
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,
We riding the night.
You riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right.
ROSS...
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove.
Water getting boiled, dope bein' 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 on em.
Floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up.
Pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh.
Don’t wanna 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."
[Chorus]