Lil' O - In Da Wind lyrics

I'm still shining baby, (whoa) I'm still shining baby, (it's going down)... [Hook] It's like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind Man it feels good, to finally have some ends Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind Let the top down, in my drop top Benz like uggggh [Lil' O] I've been down, for so long Thinking bout the times, the game did O wrong So long, to heartache and pain I'm so strong The struggle made me a man, how can I go wrong With a heart like this, and a grind like this So many haters, didn't wanna see me shine like this But I took chances for my bread, I did time for this I deserve every diamond, that outline my wrist So when you see me out flipping, and I'm looking fantastic Top flipping in my trunk, like it's doing gymnastics Know a playa had to grind, for his cash and his plastic Try to take it if you want, got the thang I'ma blast it Got the system going knock knock, looking like a top notch Playa from the South, from the chain to the wrist watch Fat Rat with the Cheese, man that boy is a stunner You don't like it top down, middle finger'll f** ya [Hook] It's like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind Man it feels good, to finally have some ends Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind Let the top down, in my drop top Benz Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind Man it feels good, to finally have some ends Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind Let the top down, one deep no friends like uggggh [Chamillionaire] It's like the more I'm making, the more I'm enjoying taking Talking my list of Fort Lauren London, to Nia Lathan Sitting in some'ing, should of take the chicks you boys is dating You call it black on black, I'ma call that coordinating Hustlers acknowledge me, but busters ain't trying to see President treatment, as we step in the Obama suites It ain't no shoulda woulda, no coulda or probably You know that obviously, could never apply to me Money so Roger Clemens, it honestly gotta be Pumped full of HGH, and plus it ain't minor league You know I'm what these rappers, is dying and trying to be One thing that you never heard me saying, is I would sleep I been doing this heavy, since when you wasn't ready Making moves on the celly, got candy threw on my Cheve Got you booing the telly, bout to get threw on the belly I show up and I bet she bust, and get loose as a levy [Hook] [k**a Kyleon] A long way, from worries and stressing Now I'm just running through paper, I call that counting my blessings Which way is up like I build, don't know no other directions I'm GPS'ing them bills, ain't got no time for no resting Wrestling with money, yeah I'm Stone Cold Now rock them rocks like Dwayne, my j**elry's stone cold My wallet prolly like Batista, full of dead politicians guess I'm a undertaker Ravish and rick rude to these b**hes, when it comes to paper I got that triple M syndrome, my money mine I know that make you haters sick, that's cool my money fine Grind by any means necessary, when it come to mine Money on it, if it ain't about it nothing comes to mind Relax and put that dro in the wind, I'm feeling Cee-Lo Getting bread, not a Botany Boy but I'm feeling C-Notes Falling off never, yeah I know ya hope so hoe O couldn't of said it better, we ain't broke no mo' run it [Hook] I'm still shining baby - [4x] Whoa