I Got My Own

[Intro: Male]
Aye, what’s up baby?
Three-six-fine, wish you were mine
Tender [?] meat
What’s a pretty little thing like you
Doing hanging around this zoo?
Here what you need to do!
You need to get with a man of my kind of business
I can buy you things you didn’t know existed!

[Verse 1: Choice]
Oh yes!
You flunked the test
Put your money in your pocket ‘cause I’m not impressed
I got my own
I’m not the little young ass bitch
So your chump change don’t mean shit!
You wanna impress a lady of my caliber?
Try civil conversation boy ‘cause I am sophisticated
To my name claiming
I don’t have time for your bullshit and games
Flashing your key ring don’t mean jack
Everybody knows you got a goddamn Cadillac
I saw the rings on your fist
So stop talking with your hand dumb son-of-a-bitch

[Chorus]
I ain’t begging for the bakery crew
My momma didn’t raise no prostitute
I don’t need nothing from a man but a goddamn bone!
Otherwise, I got my own

[Refrain]
Fuck being stuck like chump!
Fuck being stuck like chump!
Fuck being stuck like chump!
Fuck being stuck like chump!

[Verse 2]
Hook ass bastard
You shit out of luck
You thought taking me out was an automatic fuck
You started getting aggressive
Behind a 2.99 motherfucking special
You were thinking daybreak, but it passed
Cause I had a .38 waiting on your fuck ass
You want the pussy?
It’s not for sale
There ain’t a goddamn thing
A steak and ale
That you can buy to influence me, Black
I can get full for a buck and [?]
I’ll be damned if I be cooked in an instant
Because a nigga is being persistent
If I say no, that’s what I mean goddamn it
Don’t make me take the same tray
And ram it up your ass behind some cash or some clothing
I’m not property bitch, you can’t own me!

[Chorus]
I ain’t begging for the bakery crew
My momma didn’t raise no prostitute
I don’t need nothing from a man but a goddamn bone!
Otherwise, I got my own

Male: Say mama why you tryna be so hard on a brother, dang?
I'm just tryna be friendly
Won’t ya come around tomorrow town?
Let me show my homeboy what I found

[Verse 3]
I got my own ride
Fuck being stuck like chump
Don’t have to wait on your fuck ass to pick me up
Lie motherfucker, you a nuisance
I'm tired of your damn presidential excuses
I come and I go when I want
Check I.C
Mercedes and Beamers
That shit don’t faze me
Hot cabin, y’all can have it
I can get attention in a goddamn Maverick

[Chorus]
I ain’t begging for the bakery crew
My momma didn’t raise no prostitute
I don’t need nothing from a man but a goddamn bone!
Otherwise, I got my own

[Verse 4]
Got my own credit cards
I’m in charge
When I wanna charge
Don’t have to hear no noise
From a nigga where I live
Cause I got my own crib
I got my own

[Refrain]
Fuck being stuck like chump!
Fuck being stuck like chump!
I got my own

[Verse 5]
Yo, Jay!
Hesitate the goddamn beat
Let me talk about this damn no good ass freak
For money you set ya tryna get
You stand correct
Where the hell is your self-respect?
You wouldn’t give homeboy the time of the day, his last gig
Now you all on his dick
You heard they had a Benz and a fat bankroll
Then you moved in like the same old, same old
Material bitch from the South
Ain't got a pot to piss in, a window to throw it out
Ain’t got shit
Don’t want shit
Don’t wanna be shit
‘Cause you ain’t shit!
You can say what you wanna say about me, hoes!
Fuck you in ya ass
I got my own!

[Refrain]
Fuck being stuck like chump!
Fuck being stuck like chump!

[Outro]
Okay, Lil’ Jay the beat is pumping!
Now let me see you break it down as only you can work it!
Start with that bassline
Yeahhh!
Now let the rhythm of the guitar roll out with the tracks
Yeahhh, yeah, I like that!