"We Winnin'" lyrics

[Future:]
My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold
Ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning

A couple fine ass dimes on my line don't chill
I go to Pluto, that's a sign that my ice all real
I got that water dripping off me from my neck to my ears
When them packs touch down, we run through 'em over here
Fine ass dimes on my my line on chill
I go to Pluto, that's a sign that my ice all real
I got that water dripping off me from my neck to my ears
When them packs touch down, we run through 'em over here
I set the world on fire, it's my hood premier
I got the lawyer in the studio to scrape 'em out the rear
I have a check for your mothers, it would take a month to clear
I'm throwing money in the air, bitch holding back tears
For my nigga June bug got life plus ninety-nine years
We popping bottles every day like it's a brand new year
I bought a Audemar Piguet and they're looking at me weird
I'll fly to Miami today to cop some fresh new gear

My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold, ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning

[Young Scooter:]
Finessing is a sport, you know my whole team winning
Stupid June plays on my way to certificates
I love the expressways, whole car stuffed with pigeons
Lifeless, I fucked her fifty thousand on the Bentley
One day, I made like fifty thousand of the midget
Same day, hit the jeweler up and go spend it
Next day two hundred fifty thousand on the Bentley
Thousand pounds, it take me just an hour just to get it
Two hundred bricks
Gimme thirty minutes, I'll have 'em to you
Remix, you can't even see it when you get it
Four, four done fucked up every check in the city
Freebandz, Black Amigo Gang, yeah, we winning

[Future:]
My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold
Ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning

Pour some water on me, dog, like a water fountain leak
Had a seat from Angola, you can't find us in the street
Keep a MAC like a computer, you little niggas ain't sleek
Heard of Rocky Balboa? Bitch, I got 'em on my wrist
I put the hood on my back went and hit me a lick
A street nigga with no patience need the Lambo' quick
Got the glitz and the glam, all that's missing is paparazzi
Hundred bottles of rosé, keep the champagne popping
Celebrate I'm a champion with Superbowl options
At the party, out the trap like gotta stay toxic
Got the money, got the bitches, got the cars and they're topless
Could've been off in this movie, nigga, but you was too busy fronting

My ice so rocky, got my body on cold
I got bad bitches 'round me everywhere I go
Winter, summer, spring, fall, I'ma change wardrobes
Gotta straighten out your stacks when them stacks won't fold
Ay
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning
We winning, we winning