(I just want to make you my own)
Yeah
(I just want to make you my own)
I forever love my city

House on a riverside, ridin' down Poplar
Niggas ain't seeing us (at all), 'less they got binoculars
I just left Prive went to Love, I'm still poppin' out
"Gotti left the city," I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Gotti in the city, lowkey, still poppin' out
Bulletproof and AR, and nigga, I'll walk you down
Got her drinkin' Ace of Spades, never drink you down
All my niggas talk me up and they'll never talk me down
Love for the Northside, yeah, I'm sittin' courtside
Damon with the sport ties, I don't need no allies
CMG the mafia and we do not franchise
We are not into saving you hoes, go get baptized
We don't do the back and forth, you niggas already know it
I probably done robbed your brother, I probably done shot your boys
I flew out your baby mama
I was in her DM, I don't got her number
Coldhearted nigga, but I sponsor the hot girl summer

(I just want to make you my own)
See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her
(I just want to make you my own)
You know these hoes believe anything

I know I'm a rich nigga, bitches wanna charge me
I'ma play the game whether this shit make my heart beat
They like, "You a gentleman, didn't know you was so sweet"
I just might send the bitch flowers for like six weeks
You know how we play (how?), put her on a PJ
She never flew private
She doing shit with me in public she wouldn't even do private
I got her wide open, she don't even know how to hide it
Let's go have a foursome, she said she ain't never tried it
I'ma post her booty, she be doing lashes
Head like she got no teeth, she should teach classes
Like me 'cause I'm so street, nah, I ain't cashin' out
She know I ain't no sucker and I'ma fuck her 'til she passin' out
She got a real one, she be braggin' 'bout
You bought her a bag, she don't respect you, I call that crashin' out
Took a lil' bitch out the city, called it givin' back
A Memphis bitch in Calabasas, she don't know how to act

(I just want to make you my own)
See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her
(I just want to make you my own)
You know these hoes believe anything

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Brian White, Julian Bohorquez, Mario Mims, Salomon Nicholas Naar