[Chorus: Young Cash]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Young niggas from the hood, and we don't give a fuck
And everytime we hop out with them choppers, everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
They better stay there
They better stay there
[?]
Cause all I do is win, win, win
It started in the hood, [?]
[Verse 1: Young Cash]
I got so much swag, I stick out like a shark fin
You swimming in my water, I'm bout to let them sharks in
[?] in my circle, and I don't let [?] in
[?] call me a young Al Sharptin
I know about cocaina, [?]
I rob you for your bricks [?] like Fima
[?] that 745
[?]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
All I do is win, call me LeBron James
MVP, I got championship chains
[?] on me nigga, [?]
And 15 zips, [?]
10 birds, but I jacked a nigga for 12
[?]
[?] nigga this the yay team
[?]
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
All I do is win, no need for another option
Fly like the wind, they nickname me helicopter
I don't sip Jin, my cup full of that purple shit
All real niggas round me, no Urkel shit
I ain't tryna talk if it ain't money, what's the purpis?
If it don't make dollars or cents, it ain't worth it
There's a lotta clowns in this rap game, all the circus shit
[?] shake the game like [?]
[Chorus: Young Cash]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Young niggas from the hood, and we don't give a fuck
And everytime we hop out with them choppers, everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
They better stay there
They better stay there
[?]
Cause all I do is win, win, win
It started in the hood, [?]
[Verse 4: Bun B]
[?] on Ciroc, Diddy boppin in my Sean Jons
Tryna send these young kings home, like they [?]
My rep is [?] strong, cold, get your long jons
Whip game proper, got that [?]
[?] 4 seconds on the clock
Motherfuck a huddle, nigga just give me the fuckin rock
Down the middle, and I don't need a fuckin block
Touchdown [?] the fuckin job
[Verse 5: Ice Burg]
If you don't know me, then you can call me billion
[?] spinning
[?] packing dro and grape [?]
When it come to ho niggas, I be base thumpin
[?] with [?] bricks
Be quick to cop them real chickens, no counterfit
And if we don't know you, we touch ya
[?] fuck you
Throw it up in the club, [?]
[Verse 6: 2 Chainz]
It's Tity Boy, they call me 2 Chainz
If I die, bury me inside the blue flames
[?] Luie on my shoe strings
I make your girl get loose for the loose change
Chandaler on my neck, black and white like a panda bear
This is not a 911, this a Panamara
Everybody staring, [?] see what I'm wearing
MOB mean money over [?]
[Chorus: Young Cash]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Young niggas from the hood, and we don't give a fuck
And everytime we hop out with them choppers, everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
They better stay there
They better stay there
[?]
Cause all I do is win, win, win
It started in the hood, [?]
[Verse 7: T-Pain]
Pizzle!
Ladies and gentlemen, the south is in the fuckin spot
It ain't no sleepin on me, dawg I ain't no fuckin cot
I'm rude to every bitch, ho is you gon fuck or not?
Especially the white whores, yeah gargle this fuckin cock
They say Pain, why you ain't on the first All I Do Is Win?
I say I am, stupid, I'm just here to get payed again
Went and got the Field Mob niggas and made them friends
[?] you may begin
[Verse 8 ?]
What up, dumb dumb?
You better run, um
Coming with my hundred round drum, [?]
Running [?] like a rom a dom
[?] with my Tommy gun
Jack can be nimble, Jack can be quick
Imma light your ass up like a candle stick
Like Irv Gotti, I'm riding [?]
[?]
[Verse 9 ?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] killers, you really trippin now
On the grind, on the streets all the time
[?] white lines in hthe middle of the road
[?] flow
[?]
[?] take that [?]
Remix, G shit, no actors, just rappers
If I ever go broke, Imma rob all of [?]
[Chorus: Young Cash]
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Young niggas from the hood, and we don't give a fuck
And everytime we hop out with them choppers, everybody's hands go up
And they stay there
They better stay there
They better stay there
[?]
Cause all I do is win, win, win
It started in the hood, [?]
All I Do Is Win (G-Mix) was written by Young Cash & Yo Gotti & Gudda Gudda & Bun B & Iceburg & 2 Chainz & T-Pain & Smoke (of Field Mob) & Sean Jay.