By Myself

[Intro] D-Diego [Chorus] I don't need nobody I did all this shit right by myself Stack five hundred thousand Fuck I look like need somebody help I'ma trend the topic Go ahead and look up at my shelf Ain't no B.B. Simon this ain't no Margiela on my belt All black and full, you know I did this shit myself Pull up with all my ice on, and still these shorties melt You wouldn't believe it if you seen the cards I dealt If you ain't getting money, then it's fuck how you feel [Verse] Ride this ride, go and choose your side You can't be mine, but you might for the night Don't talk much, I just stand my money high I don't say much, 'cause they watchin' from the side (Uh) Pull up the Balanciaga, uh I put you all on that Prada Could tell in her voice what she taught to me She do anything for a dollar (Uh) Stop comin' to me with your problems (Uh) I am not your father I'm not the one you lied to Bitch I am not your rider [Chorus] I don't need nobody I did all this shit right by myself Stack five hundred thousand Fuck I look like need somebody help I'ma trend the topic Go ahead and look up at my shelf Ain't no B.B. Simon this ain't no Margiela on my belt All black and full, you know I did this shit myself Pull up with all my ice on, and still these shorties melt You wouldn't believe it if you seen the cards I dealt If you ain't getting money, then it's fuck how you feel [Open Verse] [Chorus] I don't need nobody I did all this shit right by myself Stack five hundred thousand Fuck I look like need somebody help I'ma trend the topic Go ahead and look up at my shelf Ain't no B.B. Simon this ain't no Margiela on my belt All black and full, you know I did this shit myself Pull up with all my ice on, and still these shorties melt You wouldn't believe it if you seen the cards I dealt If you ain't getting money, then it's fuck how you feel [Open Verse] [Chorus] I don't need nobody I did all this shit right by myself Stack five hundred thousand Fuck I look like need somebody help I'ma trend the topic Go ahead and look up at my shelf Ain't no B.B. Simon this ain't no Margiela on my belt All black and full, you know I did this shit myself Pull up with all my ice on, and still these shorties melt You wouldn't believe it if you seen the cards I dealt If you ain't getting money, then it's fuck how you feel