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