Billy Joel - Ransom

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

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)

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)

I’m feelin' like a champ

Thirsty ass rappers get ya money in advance

I’m more like a boss (yeah)

That back end money that be hard to come across

I get it from the connect, never deal with the middle man

The soul of a lion, got control like a Mayan (ahh)

They know that I’m quiet, but I stroll like a giant

Brought the 50 cal.

that’s for those that’s defiant (yeah)

I come from the shacks like my last name Bryant (ha)

Diamond in the rough

Back in '05, had consignment in a clutch

You was with that dirty bitch climbin' on a bus (I remember)

Cryin' for a buck (yeah)

Prayin' for a miracle, relyin' on a bluff

You the type of nigga spend his last on a bottle

Everybody leavin', you the last one to follow

Fresh off the porch, you can tell you’re a beginner

I ain’t never been a square, I was born to be a winner

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

So classical, so beautiful

So masterful, so musical, let’s go

The black Amadeus shootin' Craps out in Vegas (right)

Twenty on the table, they react like I’m famous (yeah)

Time zone hustler, got his mind on the paper

Before I blow the dice, I give thanks to my maker (woo!)

Used to be a derelict

Crack’s in the pot, gotta stir it so delicate

Boy did I relish it

Now I’m with Jazelle, and her skin so delicate

Gift out of heaven, so I fucked her for the hell of it (wooo!)

Never would’ve thought, I’d see the (?)

Push the pedal in a Porsche (right), a rebel with a cause

Devil in velour (yeah), lookin' like a goddess

Always gotta win, I never settle for a loss

A young man told me he was headin' for a grave (uh huh)

I told the young lad, «rather death than a cage» (okay)

Praise to the master, no respect to the slave

I give the people my life, every breath on the stage (yeah)

Pocket full of money got me feelin' like a winner

Couple models and a sprinter (yeah)

Three-piece suits, jumpin' out the coupe just to go to dinner

Got me thinkin' I’m a winner (right)

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)

Right, got me thinkin' I’m a winner…