Own Up
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You can't talk 'bout money if you ain't even got your own up
Mark my words, fina be up on that poster
All that chit chat
I know that boy's really just a poser
My boy look just like a cowboy
Pull up with that holster
I leave my mark
Leave it on the wall
Why you talking like a CEO when you is really just a clerk
Leave 'em in the dark
Pour me up a four
Bitch, all I hear is nonsense
I lit it up like comet
Not real like I'm a comic
Why she act so bossy?
"Why you ain't texting me back?"
That's just not a part of me
Came through with 100 man and turned it to a party
I gabe her Junya Watanabe, fuck on Marni
I do this shit for fun, it's not about the money
I can not roll out, that weed smelling funny
This city full of bums, they crash out like a dummy
Them parents should've thought about that shit and worn a gummy
My girl cute, she got a piecring on her tummy
You say you be with the gang when you ain't with the fucking gang
Just fucking stop already
Quit that shit and make a band
Built this with my fucking hands
I looked at them like Spider Man
Doing shows on finals day
I'm fucking on that maths exam
Fucking finally man
Mark my words, fina be up on that poster
All that chit chat
I know that boy's really just a poser
My boy look just like a cowboy
Pull up with that holster
I leave my mark
Leave it on the wall
Why you talking like a CEO when you is really just a clerk
Leave 'em in the dark
(Pour me up a four)