Artist: Dave East Album: Black Rose (Mixtape) Song: Let It Go Typed by: AZ Lyrics I make 'em holla "there he go" (there he go) It ain't the same no more No more playin', ain't no games no more I ain't afraid to let it go I got my own money now I got my own niggas What these bitches want from me? I will never know [x2] You can't imagine what it feels like When I ain't have a dollar on me, I ain't feel right Now they listen, and they tell me "boy, you still nice" Don't get it twisted, cause I'm Cleaned up like a janitor D's watchin' on camera Real niggas just won't speak Stay away from police Smoke clear and I'm still East Corporate money, I'm still street Like boss mob, I still creep Them plates ready, we still eat Out chasin' them pesos Lawyer told me my case closed Blue steel, nice bankroll With the A-T-M if my bank closed Medusa head where that belt at Like a earthquake, the streets felt that Flow fire, beats melt that Bag up a verse, go sell crack Came up off hard work Back stronger, that bar work I'm O-T with a white chick We could get rich if these cards work Heart cold, I feel numb Need M's when that deal come Past hoes, they feel dumb Hit two times, just chill once Four-five, that's flat-line Trap talk on my back line Green box that packed nine I seen everything, I just act blind Ralph Lauren my logo Kush smoke, I'm slow-mo Only chasin' el pollo Not talkin' gwap is a no-go I make 'em holla "there he go" (there he go) It ain't the same no more No more playin', ain't no games no more I ain't afraid to let it go I got my own money now I got my own niggas What these bitches want from me? I will never know [x2] Custom-fitted shit is tailored Floatin' like a sailor Avoidin' a lot of failures Lay back with Iggy Azalea There's nothin' I can tell ya Get some money, if not, you useless And all you ever gonna have is excuses Visions of that Panamera, roof translucent Trips to Saint Lucia, kept a couple grams movin' Beige and blood, hundred Harlem niggas invade your club Sippin' champagne in tubs Gotta go through pain for love Soprano livin', like Tony and Carmela Cash [?], bottoms was [?] Them niggas drinkin' your bottles gon' be your pallbearers Creatin' all terror, reflection from all mirrors It's the same Wouldn't change for a dollar, like four quarters Passport good, I'm moonwalkin' through all borders Back-court good, couple shooters, that's all water Preparation is practice, be right when they call for ya I make 'em holla "there he go" (there he go) It ain't the same no more No more playin', ain't no games no more I ain't afraid to let it go I got my own money now I got my own niggas What these bitches want from me? I will never know [x4] You can't imagine what it feels like When I ain't have a dollar on me, I ain't feel right Now they listen, and they tell me "boy, you still nice" Don't get it twisted cause I'm spittin' We could still fight There he go There he go I make 'em holla "there he go" I ain't afraid to let it go Eastside Dave East Talk of New York Come to my city, yeah