text: All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
  Got money on my mind I can never get enough
  Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybodys hands go up
  And they stay there
  And they stay yea
  And they stay there
  Up, down, up, down, up, down
  Cause all I do is win, win, win
  And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there
  Sittin on the top floor, what you think Im hot for
  Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up
  Them hands go, up; them fans go, up
  Im number one in this bitch and Ima, stay there
  We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep
  Im yellin free Weezy, I rep the heart of the streets
  Who hotter than me , Im wearin the crown
  We cant stop, wont stop; go hate on me now
  I could never get enough when it come to gettin fetti
  Niggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti
  Mario Andretti, money comin fast
  My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass
  I could never be a racist
  Wake up every morning just to count white faces, Neo in the Matrix
  Glorious as Morpheus, employed all warriors
  Im mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian
  Fire and brimstone, yo
  Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin
  Get a lot of money when Im in the buildin
  And I come and say there aint motherfucker money better, better, better, better!
  Uh-huh, Okay
  Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitter-patter
  Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatter
  Niggas know there aint nobody better, better, better, better!
  I watch a lot of niggas when Im in the cut
  So sick when I come and hit em in the gut
  You will crown me king 
  Ok, lets shine my friend
  Get up on my grind again
  Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause
  All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
  Got money on my mind I can never get enough
  Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybodys hands go up
  And they stay there
  And they say yea
  And they stay there
  Up, down, up, down, up, down
  Cause all I do is win, win, win
  And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there
  Her heart racing like she snort cocaine
  I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name
  Got the most paper Mr. New York Times
  Im a natural born winner nigga New York mines
  Everybody getting money but I cop the first six
  Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch
  Yea, Ill let you wife her but she still my first bitch
  If its less then nine digits nigga, that aint fuckin rich mother fucker
  Uh
  Ayo, all I do is win, aint that the reason that you really mad
  Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad
  I aint mad ma, see you on your bummy swag
  Im in that money green Jag, lot of money bags
  I told Khaled you the best but Im the bestest
  Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist
  You could talk slick, all the way down to the welfare
  Ask the IRS bitch, Im paying for your health care
  Ima make this here official, Let me clear some issues
  First off I am not for Britney Spears initials
  Thats no B-S, at your re-quest
  Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-S
  Yea its Young Funeral, all black on me
  So act like summers over and fall back homey
  Winnin is all I do, Ill answer all of you
  But yall aint sayin shit, like prank callers do
  All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
  Got money on my mind I can never get enough
  Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybodys hands go up
  And they stay there
  And they stay yea
  And they stay there
  Up, down, up, down, up, down
  Cause all I do is win, win, win
  And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there
  Its already proven, I got them birds movin
  All I do is win, Im allergic to losin
  Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger
  Ill show you what to do with em
  Finish em, Im through with em
  They gon have to jump me, its gon take a few of em
  They dont want no problems, they might end up suing em
  Disassociate yourself, have nothing to do with em
  We already got a jet, we tryna get two of em
  Yeah, yo
  Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little Italy
  Your wife she a screamer yellin slow down Joe, you killin me
  Beat her like a prize fight mommy I’m a rude boy
  You just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toy
  Nigga it’s a stick up, a motherfuckin robbery
  I done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of me
  Ridin through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me
  Puffy surfin on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin me
  All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
  Got money on my mind I can never get enough
  Whenever me and Khaled do the remix everybodys hands go up
  And they stay there
  And they stay yea
  And they stay there
  Up, down, up, down, up, down
  Cause all I do is win, win, win
  And if you going in put your hands in the air make em stay there