Jackboy — Own My Masters

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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 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 wet u

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 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 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 women
Can’t fuck with niggas, no, Jack not friendl

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 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 wet up