Verse 1 (Red Cafe)
Hah
I got a bad habit
Every night I gotta touch another bad chick
But I ain't selfish
I pa** it
I'm the top gun
I'm Maverick
Sip champagne out the World Cup
Clique in front of the club, I'm feeling a swerve up
I'm feeling ball out
I brought my dogs out
What you drinking on mama we bought it all out
Yeah!
Now it's on
I'm in the zone
I got my kush barked up I'm getting blown
That redberry got me sauced up
Dem other n***as spendin shorts tell 'em boss up
Come fly wit me
I'm livin in the sky
I got it wraped up
A ribbon in the sky
And Ciara if you really wanna ride
Then you should saddle up and we can f**ing go live
Chorus (Red Cafe)
Every day I win (win)
I can never lose (lose)
I just do it how the mother f**in best do
I got this (i got this)
I got this (i got this)
Believe dat
What else? (x2)
Verse 2 (Lore'l)
I finish in the lead
f**'em make 'em leave (yeah)
Trophy wife where South East is in the League
A dog in Dior
Importing my decor
Get off on important calls tickling his balls
Malls men and money
Is all a b**h fathom
Unless he on the Forbes list I ain't lookin at him
Tongue kiss the Madam (mwa)
Curtsy and crumpets
Toot your horn (that's right)
I can blow a trumpet
My Louie arm strong I got a lot of bags
I jump in the coupe bent (vroom)
Hit the gas
sh** on I get on and make 'em kiss my a**
Tongue out pantyless
Feel the drag
Cam Newton
Play 'em then I pa**
Catch me on a hill
Laurie Conrad (yeah)
My Luis Scott box know folks in high places
With Trey Songz making love to his faces (uh)
Chorus (Red Cafe)
Every day I win (win)
I can never lose (lose)
I just do it how the mother f**in' best do
I got this (i got this)
I got this (i got this)
Believe dat
What else? (x2)
Verse 3 (Red Cafe)
Yeah and I'm so f**ing flashy
If I can pick one girl it would probably be Ca**ie
Meanwhile I need a chick that's cla**y
With her own sh** I ain't trying to loan sh**
Super seraphin while I'm out pedaling
Graveyard shift every night Dave Letterman
In the the club look divas everywhere
Got Michelles, Lisa and Keyshas everywhere
And it's beauty day, LV, Gucci day
Hair, nails and brazilian wax booty day
In front of lights and the cameras
Brown hair, blue eye, malibu tanners
So hot ya guy need a personal fanner
More money please who said I ain't got manners (huh)
Every day I'm eating dinner
Poping champaign, corks, toasting with winners
Its movin !
Chorus (Red Cafe)
Every day I win (win)
I can never lose (lose)
I just do it how the muh f**in best do
I got this (i got this)
I got this (i got this)
Believe that
What else? (x2)