CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : What's Mine is Yours
(SephGotTheWaves)
(SickDrumz)
[Jackboy]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich nigga, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set?
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
[Jackboy]
Lord, bless me, I had to go buy a Demon
Told lil' bro, "Pack the heat," 'cause these niggas be schemin'
He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin'
I go make my move, he be dead by the weekеnd
It won't take much for me to get your ass gonе
Only feel like a killer when he on his phone
These niggas be pussy, these hoes'll be sloots
I came with my shooter, she fuckin' my troops
Salute to the niggas who havin' the loot
Started from the end, now we havin' motion
I told 'em I'll get it, they thought I was jokin'
Now I feel like fuck the world, no Trojan
VVS diamonds on my chain, I'm glowin'
Got this ho tryna give me brain, she foreign
Lil' bitch tryna suck away my soul
Nut on her face, aim straight for the nose
[Jackboy]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich nigga, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set?
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
[Money Man]
Put the switch on it, now the glizzy automatic
Bullets hit him, they gon' make his bones shatter
Hundred rounds make a whole crowd scatter
Scammers, they can go and hack bank data
Drippin' like I'm finna hit the Met Gala
Thick bitch at the show, tryna call after
I got a ARPs and FNs if a nigga come back
Fuck that petty money, I want real M's
These ain't clout stones, you see real gems
100K for the AP wristband
Caught him down bad, he a dead man
Made a sacrifice, now I'm livin' better
If that's your private shit, chalk him down together
Take the stand, shit, I can never ever
Bar set, shit, I can never ever
[Jackboy]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich nigga, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set?
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
(SickDrumz)
[Jackboy]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich nigga, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set?
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
[Jackboy]
Lord, bless me, I had to go buy a Demon
Told lil' bro, "Pack the heat," 'cause these niggas be schemin'
He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin'
I go make my move, he be dead by the weekеnd
It won't take much for me to get your ass gonе
Only feel like a killer when he on his phone
These niggas be pussy, these hoes'll be sloots
I came with my shooter, she fuckin' my troops
Salute to the niggas who havin' the loot
Started from the end, now we havin' motion
I told 'em I'll get it, they thought I was jokin'
Now I feel like fuck the world, no Trojan
VVS diamonds on my chain, I'm glowin'
Got this ho tryna give me brain, she foreign
Lil' bitch tryna suck away my soul
Nut on her face, aim straight for the nose
[Jackboy]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich nigga, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set?
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
[Money Man]
Put the switch on it, now the glizzy automatic
Bullets hit him, they gon' make his bones shatter
Hundred rounds make a whole crowd scatter
Scammers, they can go and hack bank data
Drippin' like I'm finna hit the Met Gala
Thick bitch at the show, tryna call after
I got a ARPs and FNs if a nigga come back
Fuck that petty money, I want real M's
These ain't clout stones, you see real gems
100K for the AP wristband
Caught him down bad, he a dead man
Made a sacrifice, now I'm livin' better
If that's your private shit, chalk him down together
Take the stand, shit, I can never ever
Bar set, shit, I can never ever
[Jackboy]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich nigga, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set?
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
