Russ - Own My Masters lyrics

[Chorus: Jackboy] 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 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 b*tch badder I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fu*k Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked Send onе of your ni**as to get one up [Verse 1: Jackboy] Got the gamе in a lock and I won't let up Jumped fresh out the box and got rich as fu*k Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot, might fu*k around and go buy the Bentley truck Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough, but them ni**as still hate how I live it up I was posted in the cut, we ain't on the level up 'til I got off my ass and ran it up Had to get off my ass and go get it Lil' ni**a 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 fu*king 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 Winnie Can't fu*k with ni**as, no, Jack not friendly [Chorus: Jackboy] 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 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 b*tch badder I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fu*k Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked Send one of your ni**as to get one up [Verse 2: Russ] 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 sh*t 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 (fu*k 'em) Workers hatin' on the boss, I don't fu*k 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 trying to do features if you don't own your masters (Ha-ha-ha) [Chorus: Jackboy & Russ] I done ran up a check (Yeah), 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 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 b*tch badder I got 'em hating that I leveled up But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fu*k Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked Send one of your ni**as to get one up