Billy Joel Ransom

[Intro]
Umm, you hear them pianos?!
Sound's so good
I'm feelin' like a, like a black Phil Collins
Classical ghetto soul, let's go

[Verse 1]
One thing about Duffle, I don't hustle with a rookie
Portrayin' what your not just to try to get some pussy
Simple ass nigga spent a fortune on a bitch
Then started her Empire gettin' money off of Cookie
Street connoisseur with a rich nigga etiquette (yes)
Talk money, so it's money talks in my rhetoric (yes)
Had to sling dope on the steps by my building
Now I'm a success, gettin' cheques for my children
Full length mink for my daughter in the winter
Celebratin' life 'cause I thought I was a winner (woo!)
Paranoid as hell (yeah), nothin' like fear
But livin' ya dreams out could up ya nightmare (yes)
Livin' life fast, feelin' quite brash
But I never seen the point of treatin' women like trash
Student of the game, guess I'm in different class
The people love him, a winner, I wonder if it'll last (last)

[Chorus]
Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner (like a winner)
Couple models and a sprinter (right)
Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner
Got me thinkin' I'm a winner (yes)
Flights out to Cannes 'cause I can't stand weather in the winter
Now these hatin' niggas bitter (why?)
People on the outside lookin' in, tell me I'm a sinner
But I'm tryin' to be a winner (I'm a winner)