On My Own Video (MV)

I be chilling on my own shit
Shawty work at hooters on her grown shit
She say that I'm a dog, I'm tryna bone shit
Feel like the right night to do the wrong shit
I be cooling on my own shit
Shawty work at hooters on her grown shit
She claim that I'm a dog, I'm tryna bone shit
Feel like the right night to do the wrong shit

This the right night
But the wrong time
F*ck being on time
I'm on my own time
No watch, but I got a clock
Sitting on my wrist
You was hating on my shorty
But she shitting on yo bitch
You be hating on me cuz I'm, too legit
You broke
Need a fix, better
Call a quits
If I can't give her dick then she
She throw a fit
Lost my bic, but I found it
So it's, so it's lit
Clean up crew
4am go grab the loot
Diamonds in my tooth
Ain't shit to dispute
Damn yo friend she bi
Tell her ass to slide
Bring her ass inside
Now she wanna ride
We don't fight
Don't do no back and forth
When she leave
She always coming back for more
She complaining and she saying that she sore
I might walk in and I buy the f*cking store
If I'm bored
Hop up off my tour
Might need an award
Niggas talking gunplay
We gone pull up with them swords
Feel like a Pirate
Pilot
I'm so fly
Nigga I'm so high
And we still rolling up
2 am in the party and it's still going up
People still showing up
Damn it's 10 am and they still throwing up
Damn
Why you care bout what they say, they ain't credible
I forgot that I was geeking off that edible

Albert Einstein off that addy
Rocking polos like a caddy
Don't
Matter the language, she gone still call me daddy
Her
Waist it's so skinny, but she still got a fatty
Make them bands flip, yeah
Just like a patty

I be chilling, on my own
I be chilling on my own
When I'm at the crib, I be chilling on my phone
Aye aye okay
Not with the bull olé
She shake it fast okay
Damn
She shaking ass don't play
Bend like gymnastics, freak
She got curves, peach
Gahdamn I'm high, geeked
I need some visine
Meet the plug on a side street
Send a snap to my streaks
I might snap on this beat
Aye I got bands on my feet

Bitch I'm Boofed up
I can't move I'm too stuck
Too much drip I'm juiced up
We walk in, like who us
Don't lean, but got two cups
She bad, we ain't boo'd up
Balling hard, might suit up
Ball like Tim, got two tucked
I see why they hate me
Got the blueprint, Jayz
And my girl super fine, Yoncé
Just got off the phone, Kavontay
She looking like a damn meal, entree
I see what you on, picante
She got junk in her, Elefante
Beat like Booker, Monte