Anyway

Anyway
Whole gang we on the field running plays
What she drive? Where she hang? Where she stay?
Who she fuckin? Where she from? What's her thing?
But anyway
I like bags, I like thousand dollar steaks
I ain't tryna kick it
Hoes saying they outside but I cant find them bitches
I'm at the Diamond District
Goin crazy in Miami I got bad intentions
Bring my bottles with no sparklers, I don't like attention
I'm gon run into them bitches I don't like to mention
GIA certified these diamond different
Time is money, if he wasting it he moving different
Ain't running round in circles but I'm used to spinning
I catch a hundred fuckin flights before I catch a feeling, dummy
Anyway
Whole gang we on the field running plays
What she drive? Where she hang? Where she stay?
Who she fuckin? Where she from? What's her thing?
But anyway
I like bags, I like thousand dollar steaks
I ain't tryna kick it
Hoes saying they outside but I cant find them bitches
I cannot compete with these bitches who don't have a home
This ain't that, no nigga ain't got no business blowing up my phone
You like fuckin on them broke Niggas I guess to each it's own
Anyway Fine China everywhere they thought I had a clone
Anyway,Hoes saying they outside but I can't find them bitches
Anyway,Hoes saying they outside but I can't find them bitches
Anyway
Whole gang we on the field running plays
What she drive? Where she hang? Where she stay?
Who she fuckin? Where she from? What's her thing?
But anyway
I like bags, I like thousand dollar steaks
I ain't tryna kick it
Hoes saying they outside but I cant find them bitches



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