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 feelin'a swerve up
I'm feelin'a ball out
I brought my dogs out
what u drinkin' 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 gettin 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 wan' ride
then you should saddle up and we can f**in go live
Chorus - Red Cafe
e'ry 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 dat
what else? (x2)
Verse 2 - Lore'l
I finish in the lead
f**'em make em leave (yeah)
trophy wife ??? in the lead
a dog in Dior
inportin my decor
get off on important calls ??????
more men and money
is all a b**h fathom
unless he on the Forbes list I ain't lookin at him
tounge kiss the madam (mwa)
curtsy and crumpets
toot your horn (that's right)
I can blow a trumpet
my Louis arm strong I got a lotta bag
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)
??? skybox know folks in high places
with Trey Songz makin' love to his faces (uh)
Chorus - Red Cafe
e'ry 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 dat
what else? (x2)
Verse 3 - Corey Gunz
young money
tih! dese n***as lame Red (yeah)
dey needa quit da bullsh** the game dead
Corey Gunz er'ry were dey hear my name said (right)
n***as change. don't blame me
blame bread (yup)
I said
there's somethin fishy 'bout deze greens Red (huh?)
you keep comin home from servin the same feds (woah!)
nah
I'm iight on dat (look)
you pop a rat dey givin you double life for dat
i got dat Tech Uzi revolvin rilfled rat-
young money militia n***a get with it or get left
I'm on a flight ?pissy? (huh?)
like my buildin steps (yeah)
I burn it down my album come with a weldin set-
trip and get your whip melted
p**y playa get wet
yet
i could say a line bout my wrist but pardon my french i need a whole rhyme for my sh**
try an' time out my sh** target I hit
I'm starvin'a spit
Chorus - Red Cafe
e'ry 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 dat
what else? (x2)