Slave Owner

C#m
Hit 'em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat

[Chorus]
C#m
Whole lotta of drip (drip)
Money callin' back to back so I keep
 takin' trips (go get it)
                            C#m
Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on 
one crib (yeah)
Hold up, let me crack the seal, take
 another sip (pour up)
Whole lotta drip (drip)
C#m
Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta
 chips (baow)
C#m
I'm a slave owner (what?), whole 
lotta whips (skrrt)
C#m
I don't like niggas (nah), I might 
get 'em killed (bah)
C#m
He like poppin' pills (thirties), I 
like countin' mils (ayy)

[Verse 1]
C#m
She like poppin' pussy (twerk), I 
like throwin' paper (yeah)
C#m
That boy there a pussy (swear), 
'cause that nigga a hater (damn)
C#m
Show up in all black (yeah), like 
the Undertaker (yeah)
C#m
Designer everything, diamond watch 
and diamond ring (hey)
C#m
Yeah you right, I'm such a big deal 
(big deal)
C#m
Rolls Royce on some big wheels 
(uh-huh)
C#m
I had to hustle for mine, bitch I'm 
out the field (straight out the 
streets)
C#m
Ballin' in Chiraq like I'm coach 
Phil (Phil Jackson)
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C#m
Drop a pill in her drink like Bill 
(whoa)
C#m
Smash her on the first night, I bet 
I will (uh-huh)
C#m
You wanna get in this car, take off 
them heels (take them off)
C#m
A whole truck load, I just made a 
deal (hey, hey)
C#m
What's the business, what's the 
motherfuckin' word? (ayy what's 
poppin'?)
C#m
Put a dick in your ear, fuck what 
you heard (haha)
C#m
Another check just cleared, oh yeah 
(oh yeah)
C#m
All that hatin' ain't gon' get you 
nowhere (woo)

[Chorus]
C#m
Whole lotta of drip (drip)
Money callin' back to back so I keep
 takin' trips (go get it)
                            C#m
Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on 
one crib (yeah)
Hold up, let me crack the seal, take
 another sip (pour up)
Whole lotta drip (drip)
C#m
Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta
 chips (baow)
C#m
I'm a slave owner (what?), whole 
lotta whips (skrrt)
C#m
I don't like niggas (nah), I might 
get 'em killed (bah)
C#m
He like poppin' pills (thirties), I 
like countin' mils (ayy)

[Verse 2]
C#m
All this swag on me (whoa), got a 
bag on me (whoa)
C#m
An eighty ball in my book bag, got a
 shag on me (whoa)
C#m
I let my nuts hang (yeah), I gotta 
sag homie (yeah)
C#m
I heard a fuck nigga got a price tag
 on me (hah)
C#m
Ayy come and ask me do I really give
 a fuck? (hell nah)
C#m
Come and ask me how much I made this
 month (hey)
C#m
Puerto Ricans and Jamaicans, nigga 
pick one (yeah)
C#m
Playin' with these M's, you should 
go and get one (uh-huh)
C#m
I smoke, I drink (drink)
                          C#m
I'm supposed to stop (damn), but 
fuck it 'cause I can't (ayy who 
that?)
Met her at the bank (okay), fucked 
her at the penthouse (ayy)
  C#m
I was fucked up but I'm the shit now
 (it's Dolph)

[Chorus]
C#m
Whole lotta of drip (drip)
Money callin' back to back so I keep
 takin' trips (go get it)
                            C#m
Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on 
one crib (yeah)
Hold up, let me crack the seal, take
 another sip (pour up)
Whole lotta drip (drip)
C#m
Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta
 chips (baow)
C#m
I'm a slave owner (what?), whole 
lotta whips (skrrt)
C#m
I don't like niggas (nah), I might 
get 'em killed (bah)
C#m
He like poppin' pills (thirties), I 
like countin' mils (ayy)