DLo3 winnin - Mix & Master Lyrics

Aye, lately I been chasing me a bag, I can't move wrong

Making ends, I can't take it in to a few gone
Ballin like I'm KG and I need me two phones
Want that Rollie two-tone, don't give a f*ck what you on
Can't stop until I make it, yeah I got my mind made up

First you get the cash and after that you gotta save up
This world is way bigger than where the f*ck we came from
And if shit gotta change, to get the change, then change up
If shit gotta change, to get the money, then switch it up
And you gotta give this shit, all you got, can't be giving up
And you gotta stay focused on the present like Christmas coming
Cause the past will have you with your head down, gotta pick it up
Ain't got time to waste no time, cause ain't no such thing as rich enough

Wanna shine, you gotta grind and just be focused on bigger stuff
So niggas turn them phones on and have them motherf*ckers hit you up
And when they hit you up, pull up like them Lyfts be coming
But if you ain't a dumper, then I swear you ain't missing nothing

You can get a job, go legit, get that different money
Regardless how you get it, just know why you getting it homie
Ain't no going back, ain't no more of that
They see you in that mode, they gon' know it's that

And when you get a load, go unload that
And stack that paper up, till you can't fold that
And stay on that, yeah we on that
Ayy, big paper, big paper, what you want

Real shit, bullshit, I don't condone
You ain't talking money, then don't hit the phone
I don't get how you sit, I get shit gone
And my niggas get that money at the same time

Bro in the kitchen, heat and gloves like he James Bond
But he ain't whipping ass, he whipping glass
Yeah he mastered that mix like mix and master
He said it make better drop if you mix it faster

And if you going to the top, then this the ladder
My brothers know when I eat, I'm like here's a platter
And bro told me keep my heat, too much shit can happen
Before niggas get to acting, just get to clapping

Before you let shit fall off, nigga get to stacking
And stay in your own lane, and when you get in traffic
You can't be out here for no reason, have your shit established
Now this a beat by JT, shout out my cousin

I'm finna do it super bad like I'm McLovin
Our here slapping all day, hit the stu, get to punchin
I need that Hulk in bulk, cause it's cheaper by the dozen
You can have the hoe, I ain't beefing bout a woman

I just only need the girl, they want me to keep it coming
Shells on me and my phone's jumping like the Easter Bunny
Back ends, f*ck it, I'm serving all the time
Lil' bitch say she love me, but I'm feeling like she lying

I just get that lil' money then, another time
And another time, stay focused on the grind
Get up out that box and start opening your mind
It's the time to be alive, in my heart I'm so excited

This ain't no flex, I get the x and expedite it
They can get higher while I get flyer than a pilot
Aye we Really It Out There gang, quick to start a RIOT
Big paper, big paper, what you want

Real shit, bullshit, I don't condone
You ain't talking money then don't hit the phone
I don't get how you sit I get shit gone
And my niggas get that money at the same time

Bro in the kitchen heat and gloves like he James Bond
But he ain't whipping ass, he whipping glass
Yeah he mastered that mix, like mix and master