Wins & Losses

[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