Own My Masters [Remix]

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, might start 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 f*ck Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked Send one of your niggas to get one up 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 niggas 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' nigga 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 ho, soon I hit it, I quit it Can't be loved, sorry bae, I admit it Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it My bitch real bad, I be fucking 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, got a custom the bezzy Grown man gossip, 'bout the kid like they Winnie Can't f*ck 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, might start 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 f*ck 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 (f*ck 'em) Workers hatin' on a boss, I don't f*ck 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 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, might start 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 f*ck Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked Send one of your niggas to get one up