Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz - Anyway lyrics

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 fuck 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 fuck your opinion
You know how I'm livin'
My closet say, "To be continued" (Flooded)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivit's off of Virginia
Ain't no contender (Nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
I breed 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 Bal 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 (Fuck '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 hit's 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