Owe Me

Yeah

We goin' back to back (Back)
We shootin' dice, goin' sack for sack (Ah)
Hop in a 'Rari, it's mad (Mad, skrrt)
Shorties ain't drop, where you at-at-at-at?
(At-at)
Let me show you what these bands do (Bands)
Picked up a bag
You don't understand what we ran through
(Bag)
Bitch, get off of me, I'on know you (Bitch)
I'm just gonna fuck and dip, I'on know you
(Uh) hop in a 'Rari
Pulled out a beam when I slide (Skrrt)
Live when I'm comin' outside (Outside)
Diamonds, they cry i just ran up me a check
(Oh yeah) , spent fifty on all
The girls (Oh oh oh, yeah)
I needa work though (Work)
Big Rolls-Royce, no scarecrow (O oh)
Balenciaga, Fendi, I wear those (Wow)
They say, "This so heat, " woah like what

Mama, when I slide
Man these niggas can't see inside
(See, yeah) butterfly doors on the Lambo'
We call it's suicide (Suicide)
Niggas can't own me, no, I mean all friends
I'm feelin' like, "Oh my god"
I might just pour me one (yeah)
Mama, when I slide
Man these niggas can't see inside
(See, yeah) butterfly doors on the Lambo'
We call it's suicide (Suicide)
Niggas can't own me, no, I mean all friends
I'm feelin' like, "Oh my god"
I might just pour me one (yeah)

I'ma just pour me one
(Oh) , don't nobody owe me none (No)
Diamonds on me so cool
(Flash) , watchin' my neck, ex move (Oh yeah)
Pull up the top, yeah
Fuck it, pour me some-some rock, yeah (yeah)
Look at my jeans, they nice, yeah (Cash)
You said I don't move my socks, yeah (yeah)
Ayy, please do not get in my way
(No) , 'cause I'm on a mission today (Today)
I stack these racks to the ceilin'
Now there's too much money in my face
(Pfrrrr) ooh ooh
She wanna fuck on me 'cause I'm smooth
(Bit') , ooh ooh we can go all night till
We don't see the moon (Moon)

Mama, when I slide
Man these niggas can't see inside
(See, yeah) butterfly doors on the Lambo'
We call it's suicide (Suicide)
Niggas can't own me, no, I mean all friends
I'm feelin' like, "Oh my god"
I might just pour me one (yeah)
Mama, when I slide
Man these niggas can't see inside
(See, yeah) butterfly doors on the Lambo'
We call it's suicide (Suicide)
Niggas can't own me, no, I mean all friends
I'm feelin' like, "Oh my god"
I might just pour me one (yeah)