2 Far Away

Yeah
I got diamonds on my wrist just like it's fiji water
They cannot catch up cause I guess I done flew to far away
Take a picture with your bitch lil boy I am your father
Run to the money like a touchdown, oh my god i'm getting cake
I got diamonds on my wrist just like it's fiji water
They cannot catch up cause I guess I done flew to far away
Take a picture with your bitch lil boy I am your father
Run to the money like a touchdown, oh my god i'm getting cake

I'm trying to ball
Trying to ball just like i'm curry
But bitch I go to hard so no they don't deserve me
So I got that sack
Got that sack right in a hurry
And fuck a hater ain't no way that you could hurt me
Water water on the bustdown
I got a bustdown
She wanna hang with the gang
Just because she know we up now
These niggas talking like they really get it til' I bring them bucks out
You will get shut down
Tell that boy i'm what's up now
So bitch i'ma rock out
See you in the crowd
Only 21, but I still ain't got life figured out
Everybody fake, can you please what is that about
Move the fuck around
They gon' hand me the crown yeah

I got diamonds on my wrist just like it's fiji water
They cannot catch up cause I guess I done flew to far away
Take a picture with your bitch lil boy I am your father
Run to the money like a touchdown, oh my god i'm getting cake
I got diamonds on my wrist just like it's fiji water
They cannot catch up cause I guess I done flew to far away
Take a picture with your bitch lil boy I am your father
Run to the money like a touchdown, oh my god i'm getting cake



Credits
Writer(s): Yasir Hicks
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