You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Hey boy you know I'm feeling you
Got to know a little about you watching how you move
All them girls that's sitting in your DM
They gotta shake the spot
I'm gunning for your heart
You know I want that top spot
I'ma make em' mad cus I'm your priority
Ain't worried bout what you did or who you use to be
Boy you gotta prove to me that you can really rock the boat
The way I ride a' make you sick
I really ain't a joke
Now tell me this
Is you chasing your bag
I'm talking commas, commas, commas
If you can't bring that cash
I'll send you back to your mama baby
Do you have kids
I don't really want no drama baby
Ego too big
You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Bitch I'm buzzing
Sort of like Beyonce
Attitude like karma
Better watch your fiance
If she don't pick up
She's probably at my place
Tongue all in her ass
I'm tasting all on what she ate
Bitch I'm nasty
Her favorite bad habit
She call me every time you go to work to come and stab it
Cus I'm the type of nigga make her drop to her knees
Before I give her dick
Make her beg make her plead
You the type of nigga that be blowing up her phone
Sending her messages
Bitch leave us alone
I only bust one nut then I'm out
She said she can't be caught with this dick in her mouth
Cus you the type of nigga that's gon' put her out
And I'm the type of nigga that can't take her in
Unless she wants to f*ck my drug dealer friends
Come back to me with my dividends
You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
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You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Hey boy you know I'm feeling you
Got to know a little about you watching how you move
All them girls that's sitting in your DM
They gotta shake the spot
I'm gunning for your heart
You know I want that top spot
I'ma make em' mad cus I'm your priority
Ain't worried bout what you did or who you use to be
Boy you gotta prove to me that you can really rock the boat
The way I ride a' make you sick
I really ain't a joke
Now tell me this
Is you chasing your bag
I'm talking commas, commas, commas
If you can't bring that cash
I'll send you back to your mama baby
Do you have kids
I don't really want no drama baby
Ego too big
You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Bitch I'm buzzing
Sort of like Beyonce
Attitude like karma
Better watch your fiance
If she don't pick up
She's probably at my place
Tongue all in her ass
I'm tasting all on what she ate
Bitch I'm nasty
Her favorite bad habit
She call me every time you go to work to come and stab it
Cus I'm the type of nigga make her drop to her knees
Before I give her dick
Make her beg make her plead
You the type of nigga that be blowing up her phone
Sending her messages
Bitch leave us alone
I only bust one nut then I'm out
She said she can't be caught with this dick in her mouth
Cus you the type of nigga that's gon' put her out
And I'm the type of nigga that can't take her in
Unless she wants to f*ck my drug dealer friends
Come back to me with my dividends
You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Hey boy you know I'm feeling you
Got to know a little about you watching how you move
All them girls that's sitting in your DM
They gotta shake the spot
I'm gunning for your heart
You know I want that top spot
I'ma make em' mad cus I'm your priority
Ain't worried bout what you did or who you use to be
Boy you gotta prove to me that you can really rock the boat
The way I ride a' make you sick
I really ain't a joke
Now tell me this
Is you chasing your bag
I'm talking commas, commas, commas
If you can't bring that cash
I'll send you back to your mama baby
Do you have kids
I don't really want no drama baby
Ego too big
You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Bitch I'm buzzing
Sort of like Beyonce
Attitude like karma
Better watch your fiance
If she don't pick up
She's probably at my place
Tongue all in her ass
I'm tasting all on what she ate
Bitch I'm nasty
Her favorite bad habit
She call me every time you go to work to come and stab it
Cus I'm the type of nigga make her drop to her knees
Before I give her dick
Make her beg make her plead
You the type of nigga that be blowing up her phone
Sending her messages
Bitch leave us alone
I only bust one nut then I'm out
She said she can't be caught with this dick in her mouth
Cus you the type of nigga that's gon' put her out
And I'm the type of nigga that can't take her in
Unless she wants to f*ck my drug dealer friends
Come back to me with my dividends
You think you know me
You think you own me
You better show me what you really bout
You think you own me
You think you know me
You better show me what you really bout
Writer: ADAM SMITH, DEREK WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing