[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Said, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Said I knew I would win one day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I knew I would win one (It's Budda Beats)
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
It was a long time comin', all it took was a lil' patience, yeah
I knew I would win one day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck you if you feel some way, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I know I'm a real one, uh
We gon' pull them racks out, nigga, we ain't never done, yeah
I'ma pull up AMG, but I don't know which one, hey, uh, uh
Fuck 'em if they feel some way, yeah
I knew I would win one day
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Look, I can't let these niggas kill me for livin'
No, I can't, huh, know I gotta be here for my children, huh
'Cause I know you ain't, huh, know I got a lotta racks all in the bank, huh
Know I got a lot of Jacksons, and they know I got a lotta Franks
Uh, know I got a lotta rank, huh, big dawg, get your dawg ate
Jeff Gordon in the R8
Chris Paul with the ballin', bad bitch from New Orleans
She cold, and you know she flier than a Hornet
She cold, plus she bring me hoes
Look, all the ice on my chest, I done caught a chest cold
Reach for it, get your shit blowed
Lil' nigga in the six-four, uh, lil' nigga in the six-four
Hell nah, we ain't shootin' out of no windows
Feel good when you walk down when you been broke
Said, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Said I knew I would win one day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I knew I would win one (It's Budda Beats)
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
It was a long time comin', all it took was a lil' patience, yeah
I knew I would win one day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck you if you feel some way, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I know I'm a real one, uh
We gon' pull them racks out, nigga, we ain't never done, yeah
I'ma pull up AMG, but I don't know which one, hey, uh, uh
Fuck 'em if they feel some way, yeah
I knew I would win one day
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Look, I can't let these niggas kill me for livin'
No, I can't, huh, know I gotta be here for my children, huh
'Cause I know you ain't, huh, know I got a lotta racks all in the bank, huh
Know I got a lot of Jacksons, and they know I got a lotta Franks
Uh, know I got a lotta rank, huh, big dawg, get your dawg ate
Jeff Gordon in the R8
Chris Paul with the ballin', bad bitch from New Orleans
She cold, and you know she flier than a Hornet
She cold, plus she bring me hoes
Look, all the ice on my chest, I done caught a chest cold
Reach for it, get your shit blowed
Lil' nigga in the six-four, uh, lil' nigga in the six-four
Hell nah, we ain't shootin' out of no windows
Feel good when you walk down when you been broke
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