I Won
Joe Lyrics

Baby you could keep a secret? Ha ha calca kills mania Hey, hey
Joe is asking if his crush wants to keep a secret between them with a playful tone.

Fresh off the runway pale white Nike's Phantom top drop on that I-95 Pink see us suckas' who but I? I'm on my way to party at Corut NY
Joe is heading to a party in a fresh outfit on a fast luxurious car, confident that people will admire his style.

Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles And mami's lookin' like Americas top mode She said ya earring, look at that thing That's even bigger then the rock on my ring Now she's got a man, plays for the hawks. I'm like come on ma you know me run New York J's in the background put you to bed Says she's got brains so I'm lookin' ahead And I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets Shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at Gs I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret it's the song that I sing
Joe notices that ladies are impressed by his flashy style, and tries to charm a woman who is in a relationship, boasting about being from New York and his business endeavors. He knows how to keep a secret, which is evident from this song.

A material girl in a material world Venus, Serena, my cereal girls What you know about havin' dinner on a jet? Make it back before the D-J's finished with his set Now they call me the Birdman When the doors ajar Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all It's the crack man and he ain't got a shot, the don The wrist is Jacob earring chapard When the chows for chows out Know it's the same thing Bills so high, they throwin' the champagne I'ma real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing
Joe is living the life of luxury and enjoys the company of beautiful women, referencing Venus and Serena Williams. He brags about having dinner on a private jet and being called the Birdman. His reputation as a wealthy drug dealer leads him to spend extravagantly, even if it means throwing away champagne bottles.

Millionaire frames, perrir rocks Everyday a different chain nigga get ya gear up Name another fat guy fly like me And get you right laid pie all night like me Call you fruity pebbles 'cause you got so many spy bags purple ones, Yellow ones, sky blue the white bag Hermes shit where ever you lay your eyes at Red card, black card, I could buy that Louis Vutton I'm truly the don Christian, Lou Vutton the blue is charm I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Joe spends his wealth on luxurious items such as millionaire frames and expensive jewelry. He compares himself to other fat guys who have difficulty being stylish, but he doesn't face that problem because he can get women to fall for him. He teases a woman for having too many designer bags. He brags about owning multiple credit cards and shopping at high-end stores like Louis Vuitton.

Yeah see I wont tell, I wont tell No no no no no no yeah yeah yeah yeah
Joe repeats that he won't tell anyone his secret throughout the song, revealing his trustworthiness and potentially reminding his crush to trust him with her secrets too.