Own It

Lyrics
[Intro] Jace!, don't let these discourage you You've got real talent Nobody out here do it like you Now look around you, look what you created This type of shit just doesn't go away You got people around your top, but just let them talk That means you're doing something right You got your friends, you got your family You got all these people riding for you Everything you worked so hard for It's finally here And you did it all on your own Don't let 'em take your light You built this life No one else is doing it like you And you're gonna keep going, 'til the end Kiss me (Me) [Chorus] Pulled up with the famous niggas (Huh) I went A-list, nigga (Huh) Yo' bitch basic, nigga (Huh) Pulled up, rangin' out the vehicle (Huh) My bitch grown, but she being— no (Huh) She wanna fuck, but I wanna— (Huh) She wanna fuck, but I wanna— (Huh, me) She wanna fuck, I-I-I-I-I wanna fuck, I wanna— She wanna fuck, I'm gonna (Uh) Hit 'em with stone cold stunna (Uh-uh, uh-uh) I'ma just fuck her on that money She don't want it, but she love it She don't want it, but she— [Post-Chorus] Huh, hmm I'm seein' demons in the room She say I took too many shrooms I just fucked too many— Fucked too many, I forgot about her (Huh) Put the money on her, it's cool (Huh) At the red light, green light, move And I'm toting my gun like a— Shh, but I'm counting my money, like a Jew [Bridge] Stupid, on it, love it, okay Move it, on it, on it, on it [Chorus] Pulled up with the famous niggas (Huh) I went A-list, nigga (Huh) Yo' bitch basic, nigga (Huh) Pulled up, rangin' out the vehicle (Huh) My bitch grown, but she being— no (Huh) She wanna fuck, but I wanna— (Huh) She wanna fuck, but I wanna— (Huh) She wanna fuck, I-I-I-I-I wanna fuck, I wanna— She wanna fuck, I'm gonna (Uh) Hit 'em with stone cold stunna (Uh-uh, uh-uh) I'ma just fuck her on that money She don't want it, but she love it She don't want it, but she— [Post-Chorus] Huh, hmm I'm seein' demons in the room She say I took too many shrooms I just fucked too many— Fucked too many, I forgot about her (Huh) Put the money on her, it's cool (Huh) At the red light, green light, move And I'm toting my gun like a— Shh, but I'm counting my money, like a Jew [Outro] Kick it, move it, on it, on it On it, on it, on it, on it
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- Jace!