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