The Playoffs
Ay
I needed money when i thought i needed time
Said she wanted love when she knew i'm tryna shine
Said he gotta plan knowing well its just a dream
All these niggas pussy man it ain't what it seems
Always living low when i'm looking for the highs
Look into my eyes
You won't see but one disguised
Miami stole my heart in 2020 no surprise
Immigration almost had me saying my goodbyes
Fuck the registrar and i say fuck my DSO
Said i'm on the first plane if i make a move
Shovelling the snow like i'm stuck in Medellín
Had my cuban ting saying Papi put it in
Run me up a bag
Fuck bitches
All the same
They all bring out things that i wouldn't even refrain
2021 i wasn't feeling like the one
My X used to TT what have you become
The money got em' scared
And i never fucking cared
Man you know i made it clear i ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere
Ugh
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
Ugh
Two times for the ones that we left behind
Three times for the niggas that don't wait in line
Ion' play by the rules
Man i leave that shit to fools
You should build your life instead of tlaking bout' some tools
The money got em' scared
And i never fucking cared
Man you know i made it clear i ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere
Ugh
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
Ugh
You fighting over chicks that you know you can't have
She the one that came my way so don't be mad
Goldrush on Biscayne
Man they couldn't see it
Gway and Fin were throwing money like they didn't need it
Wishing on stars
I was thinking bout' Mars
Man they tried to put you on
Why you ain't go far
I ain't have a big homie
Or cousins to do the job
You entitled little bicth
Man you coming like a snob
The money got em' scared and i never fucking cared
Man you know i made it clear
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere
Ugh
I needed money when i thought i needed time
Said she wanted love when she knew i'm tryna shine
Said he gotta plan knowing well its just a dream
All these niggas pussy man it ain't what it seems
Always living low when i'm looking for the highs
Look into my eyes
You won't see but one disguised
Miami stole my heart in 2020 no surprise
Immigration almost had me saying my goodbyes
Fuck the registrar and i say fuck my DSO
Said i'm on the first plane if i make a move
Shovelling the snow like i'm stuck in Medellín
Had my cuban ting saying Papi put it in
Run me up a bag
Fuck bitches
All the same
They all bring out things that i wouldn't even refrain
2021 i wasn't feeling like the one
My X used to TT what have you become
The money got em' scared
And i never fucking cared
Man you know i made it clear i ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere
Ugh
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
Ugh
Two times for the ones that we left behind
Three times for the niggas that don't wait in line
Ion' play by the rules
Man i leave that shit to fools
You should build your life instead of tlaking bout' some tools
The money got em' scared
And i never fucking cared
Man you know i made it clear i ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere
Ugh
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't worried bout' them
Man they worried bout' me
Ugh
You fighting over chicks that you know you can't have
She the one that came my way so don't be mad
Goldrush on Biscayne
Man they couldn't see it
Gway and Fin were throwing money like they didn't need it
Wishing on stars
I was thinking bout' Mars
Man they tried to put you on
Why you ain't go far
I ain't have a big homie
Or cousins to do the job
You entitled little bicth
Man you coming like a snob
The money got em' scared and i never fucking cared
Man you know i made it clear
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere
Ugh
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