Win or Lose

Hit-Boy Verse 1: 400K, 500K, you ain't gon' do nothing You just in the way Versace ass tray, sipping from two cups Clock in at 2 o'clock, leaving at 2 something There, ain't no future in your frame, better stop that I could probably buy you out that contract Read the fine print before the ink spill Hop out the car girls say there he is When the law's on him he gon' speak the real Might just order the combo Appetizer and dessert Ben Franklin for the shirt Born and raised on the turf Hit the movies got searched Err'body be with the shit 'til the shit got rough We been on fire for months Strippers don't mind if I touch (yeah, yeah) Hook: Told her put that ass in my hand (yeah) Told 'em put that cash in my hand (yeah) Don't chase the money, 'cause it will come I'm fucking with the mob, you can't owe me nothing Refrain: Westside niggas gon' throw it up Eastside niggas gon' throw it up Verse 2: Heard you want you a piece of the city Where our niggas come get it I don't be lying to women Join the set in Bordeaux Shot four of them for those Chippy be flying the drone Me I be sliding along Smelling from here then it's strong Side row crack with the dark tan Got the spark again, got the spark again I'm the kinda good guy a lot of girls will kill for Put cats in the air lo Driving cats down skid row Hook: Told her put that ass in my hand (yeah) Told 'em put that cash in my hand (yeah) Westside niggas gon' throw it up Eastside niggas gon' throw it up Don't chase the money, 'cause it will come I'm fucking with the mob, you can't owe me nothing Refrain: Westside niggas gon' throw it up Eastside niggas gon' throw it up