Gotta Win - Dolla Dame

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L-Finguz

Ayy

I feel like God just want me to win (Me to win‚ nigga)

Made a easy ten out my special bin (Yes I did‚ nigga)

Ten dollar punches still goin' in (Ahh‚ still goin')

If I can’t get my strap in, then I ain’t goin' in (Uh)

I feel like God just want me to win (Me to win)

Made a easy ten out my special bin (Out that bin, nigga)

Ten dollar punches still goin' in (Ahh‚ still goin')

If I can’t get my strap in, then I ain’t goin' in (Ayy)

When I walk in the club, I got two straps (I got two straps)

Knock him out then woke him up‚ he took two naps (He took two naps)

Like, fuck a booth, we’ll buy this whole club, nigga (Buy this whole club)

Bankroll all blue like, nigga

I’m with the plug, nigga, party with the drug

Will I shoot you in your heart? I’m forever showin' love, nigga

I’m road runnin', checkin' chicken, that’s my motto, nigga (That's my motto)

Made eleven hundred for the punk, can’t hit my bottle, nigga (Can't hit my

bottle, nigga)

I do me and only me, I do not follow niggas (Do not follow niggas)

These niggas tryna ride my wave, feel like a father figure (Feel my drip)

She ain’t talkin' 'bout no money, I can’t bother with her (I can’t fuck with

that)

Made a easy ten out that bin in Colorado, nigga (Ahh)

I feel like God just want me to win (Me to win, nigga)

Made a easy ten out my special bin (Yes I did, nigga)

Ten dollar punches still goin' in (Ahh, still goin')

If I can’t get my strap in, then I ain’t goin' in (Uh)

I feel like God just want me to win (Me to win)

Made a easy ten out my special bin (Out that bin, nigga)

Ten dollar punches still goin' in (Ahh, still goin')

If I can’t get my strap in, then I ain’t goin' in (Ayy)

Ay, ten dollar punches still punchin' nigga (Still punchin', nigga)

I left the country off my bin and still jumpin', nigga (I left the country)

Talkin' all that cash shit, I ain’t seen nothin', nigga (Nah, I ain’t seen

nothin')

Swear to God my bitch done hit for fifty pushin' buttons, nigga

I swear to God, if it ain’t 'bout no money, ain’t no conversation (It ain’t no

conversation)

Email came from Ticketmaster, they just sent my confirmation (You know they did,

nigga)

When I’m punchin' up my cards, man, I need concentration

Shout out to that bitch I left 'cause I ain’t had that patience (I ain’t have

it, nigga)

I just set the trends and they go follow that (They go follow that)

Broke up with yo' bitch off in my bed, I told her swallow that (I told her

swallow that)

Model bitch, all she do is get high, let her swallow dick

Excuse me, sir, you gotta punch that in and they gon'

Stop

I feel like God just want me to win (Me to win, nigga)

Made a easy ten out my special bin (Yes I did, nigga)

Ten dollar punches still goin' in (Ahh, still goin')

If I can’t get my strap in, then I ain’t goin' in (Uh)

I feel like God just want me to win (Me to win)

Made a easy ten out my special bin (Out that bin, nigga)

Ten dollar punches still goin' in (Ahh, still goin')

If I can’t get my strap in, then I ain’t goin' in, nigga

L-Finguz