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 b***h 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 onе of your niggas to get one up
Got the gamе 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 the level 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 could die 'bout a Tweet, boy, you silly
You can′t say s**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***h real bad, I be f*****g 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 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, 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***h 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
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 s**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 (fuck 'em)
Workers hatin' on the 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 trying to do features if you don't own your masters (ha-ha-ha)
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, 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***h 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
