Wins & Losses

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Peezy] Came up off trips, in and off the interstate Really be in the mix, all I be doing is getting payed Watched my mama get high, watched my daddy go broke So I ain't have no other choice, shit I had to sell dope See my auntie break a slab n the marbol table Was watching cameras in the spot, while you was watching caibol You ain't never had a plug, seen this type of paper Back when [?] was in the [?] with a translater My auntie said [?] a nigga 70 grams I can cut an ounce of dope, with a safety pin [?] they finna raide again [?] out the back door, ad to gate again I used to sеll half tracks to get a pare of J's Now I spend a half slab on a diamond chain If thе shit don't go as planned, we gon try again I'm really into making bands, you niggas making friends [Chorus: Peezy] I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins Good at making money, not good at making friends Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins Good at making money, not good at making friends Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again [Verse 2: Young Buck] 50 bands in my pants, in a pare of vans Don't know where I'm staying, I'm going where the plane lands Dope man, I'm so fucking unforgettable [?] open up an eddable [?] state to state, ho I'm federal I don't have a single bitch, I have several [?] my Detroit niggas ratchet Shawty we just choosing you, paper over plastic Magision with the bricks, I know magic So please think about your question for you ask it Still transporting ills and my pints [?] couple undred on the lights [Chorus: Peezy] I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins Good at making money, not good at making friends Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins Good at making money, not good at making friends Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again [Verse 3: LOM Rambo] If it ain't all there, I need another count Like call the weed man up, I need another ounce When the spot got hot, we bought another house [?] jumped on our trail, we did another rout We just hit 400, ain't take nothing out You couldn't walk a mile, you just run your mouth [?] It's evidence that they ain't fucking with us [?] as I spin up Word to the ice, 30 racks get you lit up I be in big deals, nigga you is just beginning I had to go through the [?] just to learn I'm winning [Chorus: Peezy] I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins Good at making money, not good at making friends Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again I can tell you bout the losses, I can tell you bout the wins Good at making money, not good at making friends Money come in fast, but Imma count it with my hands And if I miscount it, Imma count the shit again