On Her Own - Payroll Giovanni, Drey Skonie

Oh, oh

Yeah

Oh-oh-oh

Tell you what I like

She the type to get to the paper

You know

How she got that car

Oh, oh

Gotta, she gotta

That’s how you let 'em know

She only fuck with the best, never settle for less

Diamond quality VS, from her wrist to her neck

Lames come around and flex, but she never impressed

What you spent on that chain, she blow on that summer set

And the bags cost a bag, she hurtin' bitches' feelings when she brag

The shit that just not gettin', she done had

That’s her lifestyle, she rock the Rollie with the ice dial

Watermark iced out, tellin' niggas to pipe down

Tryna ball on her, she gon' ball on you

Poppin' bottles ain’t new, shit, she pop bottles too

She at the crib by two, wake up and handle business

Stack her own digits, ain’t dependin' on no niggas

Classy, but nasty, but you’ll never know

'Cause she don’t carry herself like a ho, and that’s for sure

I seen her at the Gucci store, we had the same coat

And mines cost me four stacks, yeah, baby ain’t a joke

Yeah, yeah, she done bought the pendants on her own

She know how to get it on her own

Yeah, she the type to grind even later

Always gettin' to the paper (Gettin' to the paper)

That’s how she got that car own her own

How she got that crib on her own

Gotta get to the paper, gotta stunt on these haters

Yeah, that’s how you let 'em know

She got her own crib out in the burbs where the lawyers live

Gated community, no loiterin', that’s order shit

Walk-in closet, but she mainly in the office

Watchin' her business, makin' sure it ain’t fallin'

Independent ballin', 'bout to open up a shop

The same way I used to get a crop and open up the block

But her money all legal, she don’t be in the street

She don’t know who got killed and what crews got beef

She ain’t out every night all caught in the hype

When she out, it’s hella rare, she gon' make 'em stare twice

Goddamn, she my type, that’s the shit a nigga like

That make me wanna spoil her and keep her neck bright

I swear a boss ass bitch is my kryptonite

Against the rules, but you can pull up to my crib tonight

And when I met her at the door, she rocked the long Louis coat

With some 1942, goddamn, I love you

Yeah, yeah, she done bought the pendants on her own

She know how to get it on her own

Yeah, she the type to grind even later

Always gettin' to the paper (Gettin' to the paper)

That’s how she got that car own her own (She got that car)

How she got that crib on her own

Gotta get to the paper, gotta stunt on these haters

Yeah, that’s how you let 'em know

Oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh

She the type to get to the paper

How she got that car

Oh, oh

Gotta, she gotta

That’s how you let 'em know