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, my dog 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 onе of your niggas to get one up Got the gamе 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 the level 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 could 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 Could never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it Can't be loved, sorry bae, I admit it Full off them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it My bitch real bad, I be fucking on a menace Give me head while I drive, I could wreck, this ain't rented I'm a god so my windows five-percent tinted Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny All these free bands, gotta custom the bezy Grown men 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, my dog 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 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 the 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 trying to do features if you don't own your masters (ha-ha-ha) 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, my dog 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