Own My Masters (Explicit)

Jackboy：

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 my dog whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that d**k 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 hatin' that I leveled up

But I'm rich so no I do not give a f**k

Everywhere that I step it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your n***as to get one up

Jackboy：

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

Jumped fresh out the box and got rich as f**k

Pockets all got a knot bought the Lamb' off the lot might f**k 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 the level up 'til I got off my a*s and ran it up

Had to get off my a*s and go get it

Lil' n***a 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 s**t 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 d**gs so the pain I don't feel it

My b***h real bad I be f**king 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 f**k with n***as no Jack not friendly

Jackboy：

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 my dog whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that d**k 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 hatin' that I leveled up

But I'm rich so no I do not give a f**k

Everywhere that I step it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your n***as to get one up

Russ：

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 s**t

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 h*es

I do

I ain't sorry though

Yeah

These rappers hardly go

True

I feed my dreams and I starve these h*es

I ain't sorry though

F**k 'em

Workers hatin' on the boss I don't f**k 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 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 my dog whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that d**k 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 f**k

Everywhere that I step it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your n***as to get one up