Jackboy, Russ - Own My Masters (Remix) lyrics

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 fuck
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 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, 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 Benzy
Grown man gossip, bout to kill a nigga runnin
Can't fuck 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 fuck
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 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 (Fuck 'em)
Workers hatin' on a boss, I don't fuck 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 fuck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get one up