Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Running to the money like a track meet
She asking who I love tryna distract me
Heartbreak turned ya boy into a savage
Cut em' how I cut the check it's just for practice
If she not a star I can't love her
Till she get her own I can't trust her
I did this on my own I don't need her
Quit calling my phone I don't need love
If she not a star I can't love her
Till she get her own I can't trust her
I did this on my own I don't need her
Quit calling my phone I don't need love
Quit calling my phone I don't need it
I got options ouuu I'm popping
Too bad you wont get to see it
This yo jam do yo dance
I had everything you needed
Fucked that up, you on the gram
Looking for someone to pick up the pieces
See I got a bag I'm turning it up
I need a baby that talk to me groovy
I get the last laugh cause you feeling stuck
No this shit will not end like a movie
You wasn't ready but I'm feeling petty to air this shit out like an A/C
We never moved to the same beat
Good luck tryna replace me
Yeah
Running to the money like a track meet
She asking who I love tryna distract me
Heartbreak turned ya boy into a savage
Cut em' how I cut the check it's just for practice
If she not a star I can't love her
Till she get her own I can't trust her
I did this on my own I don't need her
Quit calling my phone I don't need love
If she not a star I can't love her
Till she get her own I can't trust her
I did this on my own I don't need her
Quit calling my phone I don't need love

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Artravius Bailey, Peter Gogola