Own My Masters

I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after

All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters

I got that bread and stacked it up

It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that dick, ain't no letting up

This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster

I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder

I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up

But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fuck

Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your niggas to get one up

Got the game in a lock and I won't let up

Jumped fresh out the box and got rich as fuck

Pockets all got a knot, bought the lamb' off the lot

Might fuck around and go buy the Bentley truck

Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough

But them niggas still hate how I live it up

I was posted in the cut, we ain't on it letting up

'Til I got off my ass and ran it up

Had to get off my ass and go get it

Lil' nigga but I got big digits

If it come down to beef, I'm with it

You can die 'bout a tweet, boy, you silly

You can't say shit about me, I got a milli

Whenever I go, my family gon' get it

Can never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it

Can't be loved, sorry bae, I admit it

Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it

My bitch real bad, I be fucking on a menace

She give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain't rented

And I got some my windows five-percent tinted

Screaming free yak, pouring shots of the Henny

All these free bands, got a custom the bezzy

Grown man gossip, 'bout the kid like they Winnie

Can't fuck with niggas, no, Jack not friendly

I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after

All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters

I got that bread and stacked it up

It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that dick, ain't no letting up

This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster

I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder

I got 'em hating that I leveled up

But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fuck

Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your niggas to get one up

Ain't no way I'ma forfeit this (nah)

Mailbox money, I'm Forbes list rich (yeah)

All from a basement in Georgia, it's (true)

Real one, you don't gotta force the shit

Got a Florida chick, and of course she is (what?)

Haitian, we takin' the Porsche for a spin (vroom, vroom)

Blast off, head got me orbitin' (yeah)

Rewards gonna keep pourin' in (yeah)

These rappers hardly go (yikes)

I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes (I do)

I ain't sorry, though (yeah)

These rappers hardly go (true)

I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes

I ain't sorry, though (fuck 'em)

Workers hatin' on a boss, I don't fuck with y'all either

Say it's lonely at the top, went and bought a two-seater

I might say what Prince told Nas

I ain't tryna do features if you don't own your masters (hahaha)

I done ran up a check (yeah), now I'm the one bitches chase after

All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters

I got that bread and stacked it up

It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that dick, ain't no letting up

This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster

I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder

I got 'em hating that I leveled up

But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fuck

Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your niggas to get one up