Winning (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Yeah,. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,.yuuhn... Winning, Wining, Winning Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living I'm off in the studio chillin (chillin', chillin') When I really could be working every minute My nigga we really tryna get it No hand outside Never sit on my ass I, make sure that I stand out I can show you what the muthafuckin man about In a versace rope in front my house Strollin to the muthafuckin mailbox Large check that I just got Nigga might spazz out by the block Ride by every bitch is passin out They faint at the sight of my paint I only did it cause you said I can't Smellin' like six pounds inside the bank Get paid big buck for what I think Yellow gold cuban link White T and 3 and a quater length on me Everything I got all me Bet every dollar that you got on me Heard that niggas from the other side plottin' on me But that ain't gon stop no G Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning Like niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living Roll one up for them haters I'm just counting my paper Roll one up for them haters I'm just counting my paper Roll one up for them haters I'm just counting my paper We blow smoke in they faces They all catching the vapors (Get High) Niggas hate to see you ballin' Niggas love it when you callin' Just a youngin' from the Burgh With his brother from New Orleans Really started from nothing Made a choice to do our own thing Writing songs and always hustlin' Who got the bomb was the discussion And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong Cause we the wrong ones to fuck with Hard to get in touch with us All the real in love with us Call your friends get up with us Tried once now you're stuck Count your money, pile it up It's bout' your blessings not your luck And I've been blessed, to do a lot of things Like smokin weed, everywhere I go Stayin' at the top floor, everywhere I go Taking all my niggas with me, everywhere I go Letting all my real niggas know They hate to see us winning Hate to see us winning They hate to see us winning Hate to see us winning, no Hate to see us winning Hate to see us winning Me and my nigga Spitta Can't believe we did it