Own My Masters lyrics

[Chorus]
I done ran up a check, now I'm the one b*tches 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 di*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*tch badder
I got 'em hating that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so, no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your n*ggas to get wet up

[Verse]
Got the game in a lock and I won't let up
Jumped fresh out the box and got rich as f*ck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot, might f*ck around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough, but them n*ggas still hate how I live it up
I was posted in the cut waiting on a little luck 'til I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Little n*gga, 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 sh*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 drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it
My b*tch real bad, I be f*cking 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 women
Can't f*ck with n*ggas, no, Jack not friendly
[Chorus]
I done ran up a check, now I'm the one b*tches 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 di*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*tch badder
I got 'em hating that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so, no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your n*ggas to get wet up