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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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