Anyway
2 Chainz, Lil Baby, Gucci Mane
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Cook that shit up, Quay I'm takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in Four or five cars, livin’ like a God, payin' for my sins And this life that I'm in important I can hop in the Benz, a foreign Marlo said they come in in the morning I got vibes, every state I got choices Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up I f*ck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh) I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em) I run it back like a pick six (Woo) Add it all up, it's a re-up, man I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin') I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me) And f*ck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' My closet say, "To be continued" (F*ck you) Back in the days I used to make plays At Spondivits off of Virginia Ain't no contender (Nah) Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo) I read a bitch like a kennel Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo) All of my verses suspenseful My cuz a blood, menstrual He draws down, pants I know that they care for your instrument I ball, I need me an agent I just might be your replacement (I might) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience (Alright) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience My bitch a trip, vacation Too many chains, plantation If you a real nigga It ain't no expiration Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop) I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go) They say Gucci's a criminal Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr) Not conserve' or no liberal Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh) Heard I shop at Bar Harbor I spent reckless on denim (Wow) She so fine, got her addy Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn) New 'Rari, half an M See the horse, know the emblem It's Big Guwop, it's him Always us over them (F*ck 'em) Niggas say they gon' do this and that Then duck when I see 'em (Huh) Don't compare me to Slim I could never be him (No) Copped so many new baguettes That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling) Big bully, crushed my peers So now I pick on myself (Huh) Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor McGregor (It's Gucci) Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
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Written by: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Radric Delantic Davis, Tauheed Epps
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