[Intro]
Yeah… ain’t no unity round here, fam
Ain’t no hugs, just plugs, no trust, stacking bands
East side mindset, cold with the hunger
Philly to Wilmington — grime never slumber
[Hook 1]
Fuck, I’m cheap as hell, I ain’t buyin’ no Chanel
Need a fucking lil’ thrill twice ‘fore I drop a cent, for real
Ain’t no “we,” ain’t no “fam,” I’m dolo, can’t you tell
It’s me, myself, my cash — I grind, I scheme, I sell
[Verse 1]
I don’t split plates, I don’t do teams, I do mine
Every handshake suspect, every smile is fuck outta line
Had to learn quick, these streets don’t hug, they choke
I play broke in Jordan 11s, no joke
Every thought got a plan, every move got a code
If loyalty was gas, half y’all still on the fucking road
I learned being cold from playing poker, I been numb to the trust
I don’t pray for love, I pray for a winning hand, oh shit royal flush
[Hook 2]
Fuck, I’m cheap as hell, I ain’t buyin’ Louis Vuitton
Need my fucking fun twice over ‘fore I spend one coin
Ain’t no “we,” ain’t no “fam,” I’m solo, I be gone
It’s me, myself, my cash — I hustle till the dawn
[Verse 2]
Used to think “brotherhood,” till the money got involved
Now I move solo — fuck problems get resolved
No call, no text, no favors on deck
If it don’t add digits, I’m ghost, respect
I’m from where dreams die quicker than a witness on the stand
Where fake love thicker than a fucking prison plan
Every heart got a hustle, every smile got a scheme
So I stack till I sleep, no team, no dream
[Hook 3 ]
Fuck, I’m cheap as hell, I ain’t buyin’ no Fendi
Need a fucking quick thrill twice ‘fore I drop one penny
Ain’t no “we,” ain’t no “fam,” I’m greedy if you send me
It’s me, myself, my cash — shit my circle never friendly
[Verse 3]
My fucking .45 my only friend, my ops my motivation
Money conversations my only dedication
Shorty want bags, I want stocks and stash
The bitch wants trips, I want flip and cash
I ain’t cold-hearted — I’m realistic, fam
If I didn’t change, I’d be broke or in a damn jam
So I keep my love locked and my focus tight
’Cause loyalty don’t live in this kind of night
[break]
[Outro Hook]
Fuck, I’m cheap as hell, I ain’t buyin’ no Dior
Need my fucking soul snatched twice ‘fore I hit that store
Ain’t no “we,” ain’t no “fam,” I’m solo to the core
It’s me, myself, my cash — I grind, I scheme, I score
Denway
