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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Uceff Felder
Songwriter
Lyrics
I can't be waiting for niggas no more
I gotta do it on my own
Girl, I don't know if you gonna leave
All on my own
I do it all on my own
I gotta do it on my own
I can't be
All on my own
They know I do it alone
I do it alone
I gotta do it on my
I gotta
I can't be waiting for niggas no more
I gotta do it on my own
I can't be waiting for nigga no more (I can't)
I gotta do it on my own
Girl I ain't trippin' if you wanna leave (I don't)
I'm prepared to be on my own (I will)
You know the streets is cold, Louie V coats
They waiting for me to go broke (go broke)
Reminiscing how I came from the mud (the mud)
And now I'm covered up in gold (in gold)
I never took a trip a wanna go far (far)
Monopoly, all I did was play the block
3K for these shoes just wear 'em once
900 dollar meal, I'm calling it lunch
When you serve your first feen, it give you a rush
I told you I got my gun, I gave you trust
I'm off a perk, mixing up love with lust
Trust issues, I don't know who to trust
I think that you leeching, keep asking for stuff
They reaching for clout, I ain't GRINCHN them up
AP in the bank, he won't give that shit up
I hate where I live, I'm going higher up
When I'm shopping, you can't be around if you ain't buyin' stuff
It's me and big ya, we gon' run that shit up
Free them niggas that stood up and shot boy up
Nigga told on his mans now his mans locked up
Gotta run in that jam or you gone get locked up
We gone cop that white, we gone cook rock up
You a shooter now, no more ball, you're shot up
With ten niggas screaming Grinch4ADolla
Got a platinum card, used to rubbie the dollars
Now bro catch wires and I rock Prada
The style free but I know I shoulda charged ya
Got bro catchin' charges, the streets getting harder
Put a order in for guns, don't bring no revolvers
I'm in New York but send the money to Florida
I don't like codeine, lil' bro still score it
If my shooter was free, I know he'd be scoring
I know the plug so I don't call him
Got beef with the jeweler so I ain't calling
She don't rock Chanel, I know she boring
I know they be hating, I just ignore it
The want me to crack for pressure like a diamond
Don't gotta drop tape, out the Ttap I brought diamonds
They call me the coach and raw he like my linemen
Hermes sweatsuit, Hermes designed It
My crib on the water, how the hell you'd find it?
I'm catching that Matta, she tryna remind me
Got two guns In the car when I'm driving
I can't drive, I'm calling up the driver
I won't lie, why the judge call me a liar?
Amiri with rips like I jumped barbed wire
Grinchsta pack, it's getting me higher
Yellow hydrant, your block on fire
I put her on a route, earn what you desire
63K in this session, one wire
20K on one ring, yes sir
The feet go back when I lay, Mercedes
Why you wanna Bey with me? I ain't Jay-Z
I just tinted the Carti's, everything shady
White bitch like Hailie, Eminem babies
The streets adopted me, my grandma raised me
They dragging me down, I rather be lazy
I'm dropping her off like the bitch the top of the Mercedes
I poppin' a bottle when them Russian niggas pay me
I'm poppin' a bottle
I can't be waiting for nigga no more (I can't)
I gotta do it on my own
Girl I ain't trippin' if you wanna leave (I don't)
I'm prepared to be on my own (I will)
You know the streets is cold, Louie V coats
They waiting for me to go broke (go broke)
Reminiscing how I came from the mud (the mud)
And now I'm covered up in gold (in gold)
I never took a trip a wanna go far (far)
Go far, go far, go far, go far
Writer(s): Isaiah Felder
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