[Hook]
Winding like a motherfucker
Swear I feel on top of the world
Shining like a motherfucker  
We over here chilling, chilling
Grinding like a motherfucker
I swear I be all over the world
It's my timing like a motherfucker
We focused on winning

[Verse 1: Paypa]
City after city, signing big ol' titties
Flyer than a Commodore, pockets Lionel Richie
These bad bitches is all in my face, they think I'm illy
Giving me they faith, and I tell 'em it's no biggie
Bad motherfucker, ball like I'm at Rucker
Out here for my family, I gotta provide supper
Trying to stay up out the gutter, that's why I relate to bowling
Knocking down pin-ups, I'm just in my lane rolling
In that black 760, Fields got that loud
Bitches skinny-dipping, and we fresh up out of towels
I smell that at home, that's that YSL
And if I wasn't rapping, you'd be asking why I sell
Baby, it's the coalition; I work like a slave
Now my whip is mint condition -- they hate and it's a shame
Cause they deal with shit like women
That's why I'm yelling, "Fuck 'em!"
Hustle for tomorrow cause yesterday means nothing
That's why
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[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Dope be the game, Troy Ave be the name
I be shining like a motherfucker, wearing four chains
I do it for my city, yeah, the n***as in the chains
Making all their collect calls, knowing I could be in the same place
I still run base
Three strike laws, trying to make it home safe
Went from a buck to an ounce to an eighth
Now a n***a pull big amounts in my safe
Keys open doors, I profit off raw
The phrase, "Let me cook" mean a whole lot more
To my n***as, my dealers, my killers
We the triple threat if you add it to hoes' feelings
Oh baby, go crazy, give me top with the top off
I had a Benz 'fore this rap shit popped off
Fact, grinding like a motherfucker still
Got the streets yelling, "Powder!"; I'm major without a deal
For real

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