[Hook: T-Pain]

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



[Verse 1: DJ Khaled]

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



[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

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



[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

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 [motherfuck ?] nobody better, 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, 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!)

(Kill 'em!)

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



[Hook]



[Verse 4: Diddy]

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



[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]

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