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    [Hook: T-Pain]
    All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
    Got money on my mind I can never get enough
    Whenever me and Khaled
    do the remix everybody's hands go up
    And they stay there
    And they stay yea
    And they stay there
    Up, down, up, down, up, down
    Cause all I do is win, win, win
    And if you going in put your hands in the air
    make em stay there

    [Verse 1: DJ Khaled]
    Sittin' on the top floor, what you think I'm hot for
    Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up
    Them hands go, up; them fans go, up
    I'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay there
    We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep
    I'm yellin' "free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets
    Who hotter than me, I'm wearin' the crown
    We can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    I could never get enough when it come to gettin' feta
    Niggas ain't ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti
    Mario Andretti, money comin' fast
    My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass
    I could never be a racist,
    wake up every morning just to count white faces
    Neo in the Matrix, glorious as Morpheus
    Employed all warriors, I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian

    [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
    Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin'
    Get a lot of money when I'm in the buildin'
    And I come and say there ain't nobody better, better, better
    Uh-huh, Okay
    Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitter-patter
    Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatter
    Niggas know there ain't nobody, better, better, better
    I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut
    So sick when I come and hit em in the gut
    You will crown me king (no matter what!)
    Ok let's shine my friend
    Get up on my grind again
    Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause


    [Verse 4: Diddy]
    Her heart racing like she snort cocaine
    I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name
    Got the most paper Mr. New York Times
    I'm a natural born winner nigga New York mines
    Everybody getting money but I cop the first six
    Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch
    Yea, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitch
    If it's less then nine digits nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker

    [Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
    Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really mad
    Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad
    I ain't mad ma, see you on your bummy swag
    I'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bags
    I told Khaled you the best but I'm the bestest
    Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist
    You could talk slick, all the way down to the welfare
    Ask the IRS bitch, I'm paying for your health care

    [Verse 6: Fabolous]
    I'ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues
    First off I am not for Britney Spears initials
    Thats no B-S, at your re-quest
    Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-S
    Yea it's Young Funeral, all black on me
    So act like summers over and fall back homey
    Winnin' is all I do, I'll answer all of you
    But y'all ain't sayin' shit, like prank callers do


    [Verse 7: Jadakiss]
    It's already proven, I got them birds movin'
    All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin'
    Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger
    I'll show you what to do with em
    Finish em, I'm through with em
    They gon have to jump me, it's gon take a few of em
    They don't want no problems, they might end up suing em
    Disassociate yourself, have nothing to do with em
    We already got a jet, we tryna get two of em

    [Verse 8: Fat Joe]
    Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little Italy
    Your wife she a screamer yellin' slow down Joe, you killin' me
    Beat her like a prize fight mommy I'm a rude boy
    You just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toy
    Nigga it's a stick up, a motherfuckin' robbery
    I done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of me
    Ridin' through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me
    Puffy surfin' on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin' me


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