All I Do Is Win Lyrics
| Song | All I Do Is Win |
| Artist | Nicki Minaj |
| Album | Barbie In Wonderland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 everybody's 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 I'm hot for | |
| Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up | |
| Them hands go, up; them fans go, up | |
| I'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay there | |
| We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep | |
| I'm yellin' "free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets | |
| Who hotter than me, I'm wearin' the crown | |
| We can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now | |
| I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti | |
| Niggas ain't 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, I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian | |
| Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin' | |
| Get a lot of money when I'm in the buildin' | |
| And I come and say there ain't nobody 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 ain't nobody, better, better, better | |
| I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut | |
| So sick when I come and hit em in the gut | |
| You will crown me king (no matter what!) | |
| Ok let's shine my friend | |
| Get up on my grind again | |
| Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause | |
| 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 | |
| I'm 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, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitch | |
| If it's less then nine digits nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker | |
| Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really mad | |
| Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad | |
| I ain't mad ma, see you on your bummy swag | |
| I'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bags | |
| I told Khaled you the best but I'm 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, I'm paying for your health care | |
| I'ma 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 it's Young Funeral, all black on me | |
| So act like summers over and fall back homey | |
| Winnin' is all I do, I'll answer all of you | |
| But y'all ain't sayin' shit, like prank callers do | |
| It's already proven, I got them birds movin' | |
| All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin' | |
| Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger | |
| I'll show you what to do with em | |
| Finish em, I'm through with em | |
| They gon have to jump me, it's gon take a few of em | |
| They don't 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 | |
| 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 everybody' s 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 I' m hot for | |
| Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up | |
| Them hands go, up them fans go, up | |
| I' m number one in this bitch and I' ma, stay there | |
| We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep | |
| I' m yellin' " free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets | |
| Who hotter than me, I' m wearin' the crown | |
| We can' t stop, won' t stop go hate on me now | |
| I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti | |
| Niggas ain' t 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, I' m mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian | |
| Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin' | |
| Get a lot of money when I' m in the buildin' | |
| And I come and say there ain' t nobody better, better, better | |
| Uhhuh, Okay | |
| Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitterpatter | |
| Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitterchatter | |
| Niggas know there ain' t nobody, better, better, better | |
| I watch a lot of niggas when I' m in the cut | |
| So sick when I come and hit em in the gut | |
| You will crown me king no matter what! | |
| Ok let' s shine my friend | |
| Get up on my grind again | |
| Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause | |
| 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 | |
| I' m 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, I' ll let you wife her but she still my first bitch | |
| If it' s less then nine digits nigga, that ain' t fuckin' rich mother fucker | |
| Ayo, all I do is win, ain' t that the reason that you really mad | |
| Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad | |
| I ain' t mad ma, see you on your bummy swag | |
| I' m in that money green Jag, lot of money bags | |
| I told Khaled you the best but I' m 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, I' m paying for your health care | |
| I' ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues | |
| First off I am not for Britney Spears initials | |
| Thats no BS, at your request | |
| Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, TS | |
| Yea it' s Young Funeral, all black on me | |
| So act like summers over and fall back homey | |
| Winnin' is all I do, I' ll answer all of you | |
| But y' all ain' t sayin' shit, like prank callers do | |
| It' s already proven, I got them birds movin' | |
| All I do is win, I' m allergic to losin' | |
| Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger | |
| I' ll show you what to do with em | |
| Finish em, I' m through with em | |
| They gon have to jump me, it' s gon take a few of em | |
| They don' t 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 | |
| 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 everybody' s 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 I' m hot for | |
| Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up | |
| Them hands go, up them fans go, up | |
| I' m number one in this bitch and I' ma, stay there | |
| We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep | |
| I' m yellin' " free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets | |
| Who hotter than me, I' m wearin' the crown | |
| We can' t stop, won' t stop go hate on me now | |
| I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti | |
| Niggas ain' t 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, I' m mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian | |
| Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin' | |
| Get a lot of money when I' m in the buildin' | |
| And I come and say there ain' t nobody better, better, better | |
| Uhhuh, Okay | |
| Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitterpatter | |
| Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitterchatter | |
| Niggas know there ain' t nobody, better, better, better | |
| I watch a lot of niggas when I' m in the cut | |
| So sick when I come and hit em in the gut | |
| You will crown me king no matter what! | |
| Ok let' s shine my friend | |
| Get up on my grind again | |
| Some niggas will be happy that I chose to rhyme with them cause | |
| 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 | |
| I' m 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, I' ll let you wife her but she still my first bitch | |
| If it' s less then nine digits nigga, that ain' t fuckin' rich mother fucker | |
| Ayo, all I do is win, ain' t that the reason that you really mad | |
| Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad | |
| I ain' t mad ma, see you on your bummy swag | |
| I' m in that money green Jag, lot of money bags | |
| I told Khaled you the best but I' m 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, I' m paying for your health care | |
| I' ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues | |
| First off I am not for Britney Spears initials | |
| Thats no BS, at your request | |
| Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, TS | |
| Yea it' s Young Funeral, all black on me | |
| So act like summers over and fall back homey | |
| Winnin' is all I do, I' ll answer all of you | |
| But y' all ain' t sayin' shit, like prank callers do | |
| It' s already proven, I got them birds movin' | |
| All I do is win, I' m allergic to losin' | |
| Yellow gold cuban, nine mil Ruger | |
| I' ll show you what to do with em | |
| Finish em, I' m through with em | |
| They gon have to jump me, it' s gon take a few of em | |
| They don' t 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 | |
| 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 |
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