Own My Masters

I done ran up a check, now I'm the one b***hes 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 ****, 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 ***h badder
I got 'em hating that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a ****
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your n***as to get wet up
Got the game in a lock and I won't let up
Got fresh out the box and got rich as ****
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
Might **** around and go buy the Bentley truck

Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them n***as 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' n***a, 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 hoe, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can't be love, sorry bae, I admit it
Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it
My b***h real bad, I be ****ing 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, gotta custom the Benzy
Grown man gossip, 'bout to kill a n***a runnin'
Can't **** with n***as, no, Jack not friendly

I done ran up a check, now I'm the one b***hes 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 ****, 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 b***h badder
I got 'em hating that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a ****
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your n***orbes list rich (Yeah)
All from a basement in Georgia East (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 (**** 'em)
Workers hatin' on a boss, I don't **** 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 b***hes 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 ****, 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 b***h badder
I got 'em hating that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a ****
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your n***as to get one up