[Intro]
Yeah, yeah—
[Verse 1]
I don’t chase hoes, I chase money, that’s the fucking truth,
Been through too much bullshit just to give a fuck who’s cute.
She can look good as hell, I ain’t denying that,
But I’m busy counting every mile I had to walk to stack.
Long weeks, cold meals, rent due on the first,
I learned quick: pretty promises don’t quench a thirst.
Phone face down while the whole room calls,
I got plans in a notebook and a name on the walls.
[Chorus]
I’m on my own time, I’m on my own route,
No handouts coming, so I figured it out.
If it ain’t a real move, let it wait outside,
I’ve got too much on the line to get pulled off stride.
[Verse 2]
She said, “You never slow down,” I said, “Not just yet,”
Got a number in my head and a stack of loose debts.
I don’t need a gold chain just to prove what I’ve done,
I remember every door that was shut when I was young.
Now the calls come back when the work starts to show,
Funny how they find your number when the balance gets low.
Keep the talk, keep the photos, keep the sweet little act,
I’m building something solid—you can’t charm me off track.
[Chorus]
I’m on my own time, I’m on my own route,
No handouts coming, so I figured it out.
If it ain’t a real move, let it wait outside,
I’ve got too much on the line to get pulled off stride.
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah—
No detours. Just the work.