Winner’s Section(Explicit) - JR Writer

Winner's Section (Explicit) - JR Writer
I'm getting paid
Your chick amazed
She twist the haze
We in a daze
Getting blazed
You in the way
Please hon I don't really see sun
In these Fendi shades
Cake chase; baby I need all them figures
Ten to eight eight
I be Audi on them niggas
I get the moolah
What is recession
Them niggas losers
This the winner's section
I just came up at the gambling spot
Money hanging out my ankle socks
Your b**ch was saying that my hand was hot
I get any more cake
The rubber band'll pop
I cop those every brand they got
Drop rolls I ain't talking Phantom drop
That's light watch me get it back twice
Prolly get it that night
Y'all ain't into that life
Okay I'm all in low riders
All rim no tires
Ballin' I should have played for Harlem
Globe trotters
Jeremy Lin barely touched the rock
But I jump right off the bench
And take a bunch of shots
You buzzing hot baby
Come and cool me off
You don't need Tony Danza
To tell you who the boss
All I do is floss cause I'm seeing bucks
How you dudes floss
You don't even brush
You speak too much close your mouth
You need a job go hit an open house
Minimal wage I'll get you a raise
You make that in a year
This what the kid got to say
I'm getting paid your chick amazed
She twist the haze we in a daze
Getting blazed you in the way
Please hon I don't really see
Sun in these Fendi shades
Cake chase baby I need all them figures
Ten to eight eight
I be Audi on them niggas
I get the mula what is recession
Them niggas losers this the winner's section
Writer got me back on my other sh*t
Hand full of racks from another flip
Whip all black on my gutter sh*t
Have your chick calling me
Her daddy from that mothership
I'm riding with that thunder clique
We don't play 'round
KD with that trey pound
They hate me so they frown
Glock like my hot line
You talk sh*t say now
Get that guap up when I pop up
Or get boxed up; PayPal
In the Porsche with the white seats
B**ch with me out of Georgia
Got a nice peach
Bag cost the 3K that's a white sheet
Ciroc G stay with CoCo like I'm Ice T
Spike Lee Mike's got 'em in a daze
Getting shade copped a band for these cigarres
You challengers is amateurs
Begin a phase
Fighting like you just got off
The Jerry Springer stage
VVH swag I say get appraised
On my job like a slave
Watch me get a raise
Why you selfish matching with the J's
Asking me how much I paid
I'mm tell you silly motherf**kers that
I'm getting paid your chick amazed
She twist the haze we in a daze
Getting blazed you in the way
Please hon I don't really see sun
In these Fendi shades
Cake chase baby I need all them figures
Ten to eight eight I be Audi on them niggas
I get the mula what is recession
Them niggas losers this the winner's section