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Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Ludacris, Rick Ross, Snoop Dogg, T-Pain
Album:  Victory
Song:   All I Do Is Win
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[Khaled] D, J, Khaled!
[T-Pain] Hey! Yeah
[Khaled] We the best!

[Chorus: T-Pain]
All I do is win win win no matter what
Got money on my mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go UP...
And they stay there, and they say yeah
And they stay there - up down up down up down
Cause all I do is WIN, WIN, WIN
And if you goin in put yo' hands in the air, make 'em stay there!

Yeah, listen, LUDA!
Ludacris goin in on the verse cause I never been defeated and I won't stop now
Keep your hands up, keep 'em in the sky 
for the homies that ain't make it and my folks locked down
I never went nowhere, but they sayin Luda's back
Blame it on that conjure, the hood call it Luda 'gnac
And I'm on this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flow
My hands go up and down, like strippers' booties go
My verses still be servin, tight like a million virgins
Last time on the Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version
Can't never count me out, y'all better count me in
Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year (yeah) the South's champion (yeah)
Cause all I do, all I - all I - all I - all I do is


[Rick Ross]
Win, win, who? Boss
Boss, swervin in my lo-lo
Head on the swivel, you know servin me's a no-no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger, they see it they say "oh boy"
Tell Khaled back it up, my niggaz call me loco
Down for armed traffickin, don't make me pull that fo'-fo'
Ask you what you laughin at - represent that mud life!
Dirty money bitch you better get yo' mud right!
We come together holdin hands and holla thug life
We all strapped in all black, it's like fuck life (all we do is win!)
You ridin to what (WHAT!) cause we ridin tonight (tonight!)
Now she ridin with me cause you wasn't ridin her right


[Snoop Dogg]
Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove
Water gettin boiled, dope bein sold
Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I been runnin this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of 'em, bust 'til I burst 'em up
Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, hardaway, boss 'em up
Pardon me, I'm bossin up, pressure up, bless you bruh
Don't mess with us, we like the U in the 80's
Back to back, set a trap, hit the lick, hit it back
Hit the trick, jump the track, bitch I want my money back
Time and time again while I'm sippin on this gin
Al Davis said it best, "Just win baby, win!"