Forever Winning lyrics

by

Chris Brown


If not us then who, leggo

[Hook]
Young money, we the hardest team
Forever winning b*tch, we on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump, girl do your damn thing
We bout that life, and them n*ggas ain't bout a damn thing

[Jae Millz Verse 1]
Okay, they say time is money, and most say life is short
So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullsh*t walk
You in that bullsh*t? You might as well walk
I'm in the air first class, pound key, can't talk, sorry
Look in my eyes and you gonna see its a real n*gga
No deck of cards n*gga, I dont deal with ya
I talk to the ghost of James Brown
It was a mans world then and its a mans world now
If you a fake n*gga before, then you a fake n*gga now
Nothing change, same song, same lyrics, same sound
Same sh*t different day, new problems every day
That revolver got that bang, that automaty just spray
f*ck games I dont play, unless its NBA 2K
Or that Madden, i ain't laughin, you reach for that cash then you next to pay
Thats just Jae, Jae don't think, Jae just go ham
Before you could blink, you go get a drink
She wink, next thing I know shes bent over my sink
Millz
[Hook]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Its Lil Tuenchi
I ain't on sh*t, I was born Wayne, wish I was born rich
Millz what it do, where them New York b*tches
If these walls could talk, I hope they talk business
And I got my money right, and sense my money right
I can get some kidnappers to go kidnap your son and wife
I dont pack a gun or knife, I pack a checkbook
And I just point god, Russel Westbrook
On the real n*gga, the clips got curves, thats sex appeal n*gga
I'm extra ill, you pay the medical bill n*gga
We masked up like there was a chemical spill n*gga
f*ck with me e y e be damn if you will n*gga
When we rolling we pop you like an extra pill n*gga
Shoot to kill n*gga, the truth will kill n*ggas
One time for harlem, two for Millz n*gga, Tunechi

[Hook]
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