2Win - My Own ft Roscoe Dash lyrics
rate meI got that on my own, my own, my own X 10
In that Porsche, and I’m high as fuck
Can’t trust these niggas they wired up
Got my own money and my own ball
Play with a nigga I’ma let it …
Hit him with 100 for the line up
Another K for the LV loafer
Told them look at my bitch she fine …
Her wrist tired from signing them posters
Bad hurting her shoulders, pack jumping back over
Bankroll cannot fold, I need 2 hands to hold it
Turnt up and you know it, brick money I blow it
Hit the club and throw it, get that … so we pour it
Vale back to back in them foreign
We go back to back with that…
Stay dancing like came up
Now they balling shit, getting bored
Same style I never changed up
Since the day I started recording
She got her face down and her ass up
Wonder when a nigga gonna stop throwin
I keep going and going, tell the waitress keep the champagne pouring
Look at this ice all on my wrist
…in the back sound like it’s snoring
Smoke that … in the morning
No commercial..and I did all this on my own
Every day’s another dollar, I get rich about a week
I’m so busy getting to it, I ain’t got no time to sleep
I put everything I have into everything you see
Tell them haters talking shit
I got that on my own, my own, my own X 10
I’ve been working hard in the bizz so I drive what I want
I’ve been work on my vacation so I fly where I want
If they asking where I’ve been, I’ve been getting to the…
Every, everything 200, every way down to the dash
I got straight A … on my window
Looks like it roll…
She be popping pills like a mental,
Then pop, pop that pussy like a pimp though
We don’t even talk, keep it simple
You should bend that ass bat like it’s…
It’s so crazy, all these ladies see me and they loose they minds
They be coming out they clothes at my shows, all the time
If I see it then I want it, bitch I bought it, now it’s mine
So much ice around my wrist that I can’t even tell the time
I be flying down the freeway, with 2 hoes tryna free way
Got my line tied up, we fuck so much I’m bout to decay
They go round and round like relay
On each and every weekday
I ball so hard, niggas tryna solve me
I’m on the cover of 3k
Every day’s another dollar, I get rich about a week
I’m so busy getting to it, I ain’t got no time to sleep
I put everything I have into everything you see
Tell them haters talking shit
I got that on my own, my own, my own X 10
And when it got that and a nigga gave me shit
No deal, do a show for a half a brick
Ever wear the same clothes for a week?
Well I did, so you bitches can’t tell me shit
…all short…for Christmas…
What you mean? I did this
Y’all ain’t on my pay roll,
Pouring up that activist, y’all niggas drinking that K…
Y’all niggas telling that straight O’s
Hunned jays at my back door
What you think I talk this strap for
… on the boose, selling…
You niggas looking like rookie, …
I was playing… on my …forces
I got that on my own, my own, my own X 10
