Winning Lyrics - Canal Street Confidential - Curren$y

Yeah,. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,.yuuhn... 

Winning, Wining, Winning 

Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it 

Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living 

Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it 

Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living 

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I'm off in the studio chillin (chillin', chillin') 

When I really could be working every minute 

My nigga we really tryna get it 

No hand outside 

Never sit on my ass 

I, make sure that I stand out 

I can show you what the muthafuckin man about 

In a versace rope in front my house 

Strollin to the muthafuckin mailbox 

Large check that I just got 

Nigga might spazz out by the block 

Ride by every bitch is passin out 

They faint at the sight of my paint 

I only did it cause you said I can't 

Smellin' like six pounds inside the bank 

Get paid big buck for what I think 

Yellow gold cuban link 

White T and 3 and a quater length on me 

Everything I got all me 

Bet every dollar that you got on me 

Heard that niggas from the other side plottin' on me 

But that ain't gon stop no G 

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Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it 

Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living 

Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning 

Like niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it 

Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living 

Roll one up for them haters 

I'm just counting my paper 

Roll one up for them haters 

I'm just counting my paper 

Roll one up for them haters 

I'm just counting my paper 

We blow smoke in they faces 

They all catching the vapors 

(Get High) 

Niggas hate to see you ballin' 

Niggas love it when you callin' 

Just a youngin' from the Burgh 

With his brother from New Orleans 

Really started from nothing 

Made a choice to do our own thing 

Writing songs and always hustlin' 

Who got the bomb was the discussion 

And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong 

Cause we the wrong ones to fuck with 

Hard to get in touch with us 

All the real in love with us 

Call your friends get up with us 

Tried once now you're stuck 

Count your money, pile it up 

It's bout' your blessings not your luck 

And I've been blessed, to do a lot of things 

Like smokin weed, everywhere I go 

Stayin' at the top floor, everywhere I go 

Taking all my niggas with me, everywhere I go 

Letting all my real niggas know 

They hate to see us winning 

Hate to see us winning 

They hate to see us winning 

Hate to see us winning, no 

Hate to see us winning 

Hate to see us winning 

Me and my nigga Spitta 

Can't believe we did it