Billy Joel

[Intro]
Umm, you hear them pianos?!
Sound's so good
I'm feelin' like a, like a black Phil Collins
Classical ghetto soul, let's go

[Verse 1]
One thing about Duffle, I don't hustle with a rookie
Portrayin' what your not just to try to get some pussy
Simple ass nigga spent a fortune on a bitch
Then started her Empire gettin' money off of Cookie
Street connoisseur with a rich nigga etiquette (yes)
Talk money, so it's money talks in my rhetoric (yes)
Had to sling dope on the steps by my building
Now I'm a success, gettin' cheques for my children
Full length mink for my daughter in the winter
Celebratin' life 'cause I thought I was a winner (woo!)
Paranoid as hell (yeah), nothin' like fear
But livin' ya dreams out could up ya nightmare (yes)
Livin' life fast, feelin' quite brash
But I never seen the point of treatin' women like trash
Student of the game, guess I'm in different class
The people love him, a winner, I wonder if it'll last (last)

[Chorus]
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner (like a winner)
Couple models and a sprinter (right)
Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (yes)
Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryin' to be a winner (I'm a winner)

[Verse 2]
I'm feelin' like a champ
Thirsty ass rappers get ya money in advance
I'm more like a boss (yeah)
That back end money that be hard to come across
I get it from the connect, never deal with the middle man
The soul of a lion, got control like a Mayan (ahh)
They know that I'm quiet, but I stroll like a giant
Brought the 50 cal. that's for those that's defiant (yeah)
I come from the shacks like my last name Bryant (ha)
Diamond in the rough
Back in '05, had consignment in a clutch
You was with that dirty bitch climbin' on a bus (I remember)
Cryin' for a buck (yeah)
Prayin' for a miracle, relyin' on a bluff
You the type of nigga spend his last on a bottle
Everybody leavin', you the last one to follow
Fresh off the porch, you can tell you're a beginner
I ain't never been a square, I was born to be a winner

[Chorus]
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner (like a winner)
Couple models and a sprinter (right)
Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (yes)
Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryin' to be a winner

[Break]
So classical, so beautiful
So masterful, so musical, let's go

[Verse 3]
The black Amadeus shootin' Craps out in Vegas (right)
Twenty on the table, they react like I'm famous (yeah)
Time zone hustler, got his mind on the paper
Before I blow the dice, I give thanks to my maker (woo!)
Used to be a derelict
Crack's in the pot, gotta stir it so delicate
Boy did I relish it
Now I'm with Jazelle, and her skin so delicate
Gift out of heaven, so I fucked her for the hell of it (wooo!)
Never would've thought, I'd see the (?)
Push the pedal in a Porsche (right), a rebel with a cause
Devil in velour (yeah), lookin' like a goddess
Always gotta win, I never settle for a loss
A young man told me he was headin' for a grave (uh huh)
I told the young lad, "rather death than a cage" (okay)
Praise to the master, no respect to the slave
I give the people my life, every breath on the stage (yeah)

[Chorus]
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner
Couple models and a sprinter (yeah)
Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (right)
Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryin' to be a winner (I'm a winner)

[Outro]
Right, got me thinkin' I'm a winner...