[Intro]
Got it on my own
(Boy)

[Pre-Chorus]
I got it on my own, I got it on my own
I got it on my own, I got it on my own
I got it on my own, I got it on my own
I got it on my own, I got it on my own

[Chorus]
Money keep callin' my phone (Money keep callin' my phone)
I count it on my own (Count it on my own)
Drippin' fashion like it’s Vogue
Count them racks up all alone
I’m still rockin' Vlone
Fifteen hundred on cologne
Got these hoes singin' my song
I’ma take her to my home

[Verse]
Ride that coupe, get me some dome
Puttin' them racks up 'till they mold
Bezel Rollie in all gold
Got this on my own, I got shows, I hit the road
Gotta keep that tone
I been in my zone, used to sell them zones
I wanna bale of bricks, we went and hit a lick
I had some grams of grits, twenty-eight grams a zip
We buyin' thеm guns like T.I.P., keep it above the hip
Wе float on a yacht, say ships
Smokin' a pot, that piff
She kiss it, I like the lips, I rotate her like a pimp
Comin' up used to rock the temp
Buy a whole lotta pints to sip
Got some Balmain pants that ripped
It with the ands and ifs
Got racks and Young Gunna appear
I’m a owner with nobody else
[Chorus]
Money keep callin' my phone (Money keep callin' my phone)
I count it on my own (Count it on my own)
Drippin' fashion like it’s Vogue
Count them racks up all alone
I’m still rockin' Vlone
Fifteen hundred on cologne
Got these hoes singin' my song
I’ma take her to my home

[Pre-Chorus]
I got it on my own, I got it on my own
I got it on my own, I got it on my own

[Outro]
(Boy)