On My Own lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, n*gga
I'm lit
Trap-a-Holics, real trap sh*t

[Chorus ?]
b*tch, I get money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome
b*tch, I'm getting money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome

[Verse 1 ?]
I'm a real street n*gga, gon' and get your facts straight
And find out who really really real, and who really ain't
Serve [?] but you dumb motherf*ckers is rapping tape
Stupid-ass n*gga be rapping them things, so b*tch-ass n*gga, quit all that hating
See the b*tch you dating, I done already [?]
[?] my sheets
Ask 'bout Marty, go hard in the streets
[?] where he [?]
Still the same young n*gga [?]
Probably [?]
We still getting to the money, seven days of the week
I don't need another n*gga [?]
[Chorus ?]
b*tch, I get money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome
b*tch, I'm getting money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
It's Dolph
Yeah
I set the streets on fire, on my f*cking own
Everybody quiet, when I'm on the phone
Me and my plug having a million dollar conversation
I'm getting to this money fast, b*tch, no hesitation
They say I'm a dope boy, slash ontrepreneur
I left the car lot, went and spent a hundred with my jeweler
Left my jeweler, and pulled up on my old ho
She got that stupid head, she hit me with a low blow
Yeah I'm doing good, but still selling bolls though
They say my verses scortching, but my wrist froze though
No n*gga with me, took my trips on my own
Light up my strong, I'm tryna get rich, so I'm never home

[Chorus ?]
b*tch, I get money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome
b*tch, I'm getting money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome
[Verse 3 ?]
b*tch, I get money off my motherf*cking phones
And my younger itch home, off these motherf*cking [?]
[?] zones
[?] it's that strong
Heard somebody put me on
b*tch, I got a [?] another motherf*cking song
I don't mean no disrespect, but [?]
In the club, blowing [?]
n*ggas know I got that [?]
Trash bag full of that
My phone hand grenade boomin
I'm in Cashville, moving green
You lil camera [?] goons
This is for my folks, na, really it's for y'all hoes
[?] on the molly, I'm on the lean, like I'm tryna slow a roll
Your lil b*tch ain't sh*t, n*gga, I pimp and I buy me a whip
n*gga drive around [?] them lips
Drop off [?] I got money to get

[Chorus ?]
b*tch, I get money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome
b*tch, I'm getting money on my motherf*cking own
See me in the club, blowing nothing but that motherf*cking motherf*cking strong
And I'm taking your b*tch home, n*gga, 'fore I kill that pus*y, she gotta give me that dome