Owe You Some*

You ain’t a victim, you a viper
They try it, pick ‘em, we just fight ‘em
They try it, chomp you out, you bite back
You been to hell and back, you swingin’, you not tired
How you gonna be mad at the fast cash?
How you gonna gonna be mad at the fast cash?

She can do what she want when she work
I ain’t mad, shawty bad, let her twerk
Drop that cash in the bag, let me see those hands
Drop that cash in the bag and do it with no hands babe
She can do what she want when she work for it
Wanna bounce that ass, I ain’t mad, shawty twerk
Drop that cash in the bag, let me see those hands
Drop that cash in the bag and do it with no hands babe

Bat my lashes, get you drunk
I bend it over, I play dumb
I can make you feel like the only one
Makin’ you feel like I owe you some
Bat my lashes, get you drunk
I bend it over, I play dumb
I can make you feel like the only one
Makin’ you feel like I owe you some

Mission, play yo position
These men be fuckin’ with the world
But got me pillow talkin' with the women
Yeah the bitches boy
You can run the games but we be institution

I take shots, let the uzi sing
Late night call, I’ma let it ring
So O2, talkin’ bout yo bling
Cashin’ out on the late night thing
I take shots, let the uzi sing
Late night call, I’ma let it ring
So O2, talkin’ bout yo bling
Cashin’ out

Big boy, you makin’ it rain
Yellow shawty bad but me and her, we not the same
Because she goin’ four loco tryna climb up on champagne
She gon’ face yo blunt dolo and reel all of yo cocaine
That’s a tax bitch

She can do what she want when she work
I ain’t mad, shawty bad, let her twerk
Drop that cash in the bag, let me see those hands
Drop that cash in the bag and do it with no hands babe

Bat my lashes, get you drunk
I bend it over, I play dumb
I can make you feel like the only one
Makin’ you feel like I owe you some
Bat my lashes, get you drunk
I bend it over, I play dumb
I can make you feel like the only one
Makin’ you feel like I owe you some