[Intro]
Yeah (woo), aye (damn), aye (ooh), okay (damn), damn, (yeah) Push (swipe), push, (swipe), swipe (whoa)

[Verse]
These n***as is bitches, I don't want nothing to do with 'em
I don't want nothing to do with 'em
I don't want nothing to do with 'em
N***as is bitches, countin' my digits
I'm 'bout my business, you wastin' my minutes
Runnin' the check up
Ball out in Saks Fifth
My bitch got an accent (Aye, papi!)
This shit ain't happen on accident
I planned out everything happening
I see the future like Raven did
Young Winter fly like a raven is
You want that verse you gon' pay for it
How many times I gotta say this shit?
If it ain't mine then I hate music
He ain't cut a check then I can't do it
Hit your bitch from the side, no Ray Lewis
I don't pay attention how they do it
I don't care about another man life
I rather fuck another man wife
You n***as gay and that's on my life
I'm the chosen one, the golden child
It's really Wintertime all the time
Mr. I'ma Always Get Mine, I take the shot when it's overtime
Break all the records no Guinness, I need a million let's get it
I gotta ball like Porzingis, stack it up tall like Porzingis
Run up the score no fitness, came up out the water no fishes
And I jump on the wave you missed it
Wintertime everyday christmas