Lyrics to Girl I See You Winning
Die-Diego (Diego), Mally-Mally-Mall (Mall)
She got her own rides down to the crib
No club promoters, she all in the VIP
Paid for those bottles that she 'bout to sip
Rollin' the smoke while we listen to Nipsey
I tasted the drugs on your tongue when you kissed me, yeah-yeah
Sittin' first class, fly to Japan
Go to Ibiza just to catch a tan
Got her own crib, she don't need a man
All in the strip club, she poppin' them bands, yeah
She don't get jealous, she support her friends yeah, yeah-yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yеah, oh yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bad littlе squaw, gorgeous, little, put together
Thicker than a baked potato, sour cream and cheddar (Uh)
We make a good team (Team), we make a good mix (Mix)
Step out on the scene with the matching outfits (Fits)
Top shelf (Top shelf), everything you do ('Thing you do)
Closet full of Hermès and Jimmy Choo (Jimmy Choo)
Valentino, Dior, Chanel and Prada
Versace, Gucci, Louis, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Got your own side hustles and you pay yourself allowance
And she got a real nigga, she ain't fucking with no clown
Carry herself like a diva, let her hair down and hit the reefer
Drink tequila out the bottle, I pour it down and she swallow
Every day that she dress, she damn near dressed like a supermodel
You for real? You authentic, ma, you the truth, you the gospel
Gotta live life like no tomorrow
We on like the most requested song, Serato (Serato)
Abracadabra, I'm a real factor
Reservations at Morimoto's in Napa
Might hop on the jet and go (And go)
Pack your bags, girl, let's go to Portugal
When we at a casino, roulette and baccarat (Baccarat)
The perfume that you wearin' is Joy Baccarat (Baccarat)
What is the world without women? (Nothing)
Girl, I see you winning (Winning)
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin' (You know)
Oh yeah (Ah), oh yeah (Yeah)
Got her own crib, three bedrooms
No studio apartment
You throwing shade from the sidewalk
Tell them girls, "Don't start shit"
Bunch of guys in the DMs
Miss her with that double heart shit
We spendin' days at the MOMA
Love how you be on your art shit
In her own lane, hey Diane
Push the gas, bought herself that Cayenne
Turbo with the swerve, though
You could try to get her, get curved, bro
Ayy, like that
I bite her bottom lip and she bite back
Run it one time, run it right back
It's a marathon 'til the nightcap
And every day is V day
Pop the Clicquot then pour
Bought you new lingerie
Agent Provocateur
Copped the biggest bouquet
She loves Venus ET Fleur
I love the games that we play
You keep me begging for more, let's go
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin' (You know, hah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (G)
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She got her own rides down to the crib
No club promoters, she all in the VIP
Paid for those bottles that she 'bout to sip
Rollin' the smoke while we listen to Nipsey
I tasted the drugs on your tongue when you kissed me, yeah-yeah
Sittin' first class, fly to Japan
Go to Ibiza just to catch a tan
Got her own crib, she don't need a man
All in the strip club, she poppin' them bands, yeah
She don't get jealous, she support her friends yeah, yeah-yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yеah, oh yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bad littlе squaw, gorgeous, little, put together
Thicker than a baked potato, sour cream and cheddar (Uh)
We make a good team (Team), we make a good mix (Mix)
Step out on the scene with the matching outfits (Fits)
Top shelf (Top shelf), everything you do ('Thing you do)
Closet full of Hermès and Jimmy Choo (Jimmy Choo)
Valentino, Dior, Chanel and Prada
Versace, Gucci, Louis, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Got your own side hustles and you pay yourself allowance
And she got a real nigga, she ain't fucking with no clown
Carry herself like a diva, let her hair down and hit the reefer
Drink tequila out the bottle, I pour it down and she swallow
Every day that she dress, she damn near dressed like a supermodel
You for real? You authentic, ma, you the truth, you the gospel
Gotta live life like no tomorrow
We on like the most requested song, Serato (Serato)
Abracadabra, I'm a real factor
Reservations at Morimoto's in Napa
Might hop on the jet and go (And go)
Pack your bags, girl, let's go to Portugal
When we at a casino, roulette and baccarat (Baccarat)
The perfume that you wearin' is Joy Baccarat (Baccarat)
What is the world without women? (Nothing)
Girl, I see you winning (Winning)
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin' (You know)
Oh yeah (Ah), oh yeah (Yeah)
Got her own crib, three bedrooms
No studio apartment
You throwing shade from the sidewalk
Tell them girls, "Don't start shit"
Bunch of guys in the DMs
Miss her with that double heart shit
We spendin' days at the MOMA
Love how you be on your art shit
In her own lane, hey Diane
Push the gas, bought herself that Cayenne
Turbo with the swerve, though
You could try to get her, get curved, bro
Ayy, like that
I bite her bottom lip and she bite back
Run it one time, run it right back
It's a marathon 'til the nightcap
And every day is V day
Pop the Clicquot then pour
Bought you new lingerie
Agent Provocateur
Copped the biggest bouquet
She loves Venus ET Fleur
I love the games that we play
You keep me begging for more, let's go
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin' (You know, hah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (G)
Girl, I see you winnin', winnin', keep winnin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah
