Wins & Losses - Peezy, Young Buck, LOM Rambo

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 sll half tracks to get a pare of J’s

Now I spend a half slab on a diamond chain

If th shit don’t go as planned, we gon try again

I’m really into making bands, you niggas making friends

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

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

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

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

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