We Winnin

Album cover art for "We Winnin" by Future & Young Scooter

Future & Young Scooter - Rap, In English

We Winnin

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Duration: 4:16

Lyrics

[Chorus: 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, ayy We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' [Verse 1: Future] 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 drippin' 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 drippin' 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 throwin' money in the air, bitch holdin' back tears For my nigga June bug got life plus ninety-nine years We poppin' bottles every day like it's a brand new year I bought a Audemar Piguet and they lookin' at me weird I'll fly to Miami today to cop some fresh new gear [Chorus: 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, ayy We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Finessin' is a sport, you know my whole team winnin' 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 winnin' [Chorus: 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, ayy We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' [Verse 3: Future] 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 lil' niggas ain't sleak 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 missin' is paparazzi Hundred bottles of Rozay, keep the champagne poppin' 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 topless Could've been off in this movie, nigga, but you was too busy frontin' [Chorus: 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, ayy We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin' We winnin', we winnin'

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Credits

Writers
  • Future
  • Young Scooter