In to Win - Headie One

In to win, can’t be in to lose

I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs

M way trips with Crews, same tracksuit, same shoes

Still we played the field, they say footwork in your boots

Ooh ooh

All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views

More done, enough corn for the wapsing

And it come bigger than wotsits

Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn)

When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit

Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed

Back then my nephew was a curious one, had to keep him away from the cupboard

Knee, Watch and Face must be funny, I’d rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn

Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible Cakes and custard

All I know is hustle, make these Tennies just fold out here

Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it ain’t always been comfort

You don’t wanna get fried like chicken that’s southern, I put two hands on the

grip, on this rubber

I’ll make man dance without hearing no dubstep

Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did

That’s got all of them out here trying, but their hearts not in it, they tired

Them man been snitching, they wired, pigs never let the gang on wireless

You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan

In to win, can’t be in to lose

I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs

M way trips with Crews, same tracksuit, same shoes

Still we played the field, they say footwork in your boots

Ooh ooh

All I talk is money, I don’t really care about Views

More done, enough corn for the wapsing

And it come bigger than wotsits

Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn)

When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit

9 hour trip, that’s what you call O, When you hear them say Ken,

No they don’t mean Ryu

It was good to fling water on the wrist, Cah Jailhouse, I could do Refling it

in D’Yeu

90 on the M with a two and my blue and my boyz gon fling it on my yout

Please be mindful, you think that verbal is cool 'till you’re drenched out

lying in a pool

I never played by the rules, do a drill, than I’m top floor laying in a pool

writing on the wall for myself, old billys just lying on the court

Still out here, Shotty on Sawn cah I ain’t tryna sell myself short

New dinga, we can fling it in sports

Tell the opps they gotta crawl before they walk

In to win, can’t be in to lose

I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs

M way trips with Crews, same tracksuit, same shoes

Still we played the field, they say footwork in your boots

Ooh ooh

All I talk is money, I don’t really care about Views

More done, enough corn for the wapsing

And it come bigger than wotsits

Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn)

When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit