Owe You Niggaz Shit - Z-Ro

They like, «What ya doing?

Why ya still here?»

I’m like," «Forgot about trends, I I did here

This grown man music, you popular with the kids here

Yeah, I put on like Jeezy 'nem

If they help me put on, ya know I’m feedin' them

If they roaching, you would never ever see me with them

And if I tell her, «Come with me!

«, you know she leaving him

I’m just saying, look, I got it like that

Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it right back

If you got some bitch up in ya, I’ma spot it like that

If the bag ain’t heavy, well, then it’s not the right bag, yeah

Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine

Always tryna act like it’s not my time

Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?

They might lock away my body, but can’t lock my mind

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

What ya want, homie?

I don’t owe shit, bitch

Bet ya never got told «No"this quick (Hell nah)

Now, ya mad at me, huh?

I’m on ya shit list

Do it then, and what you get is this foot and this fist

in the kitchen, he just sealing the deal

I’m in my home, countin' money, it’s a million for real

I’m a boss, but I hustle like I’m still in the field

If I say «Fuck you!

«, I ain’t playing, bitch, the feeling is real

'Cause I’m swimming pool cool, I don’t trip like that

You gon' make a nigga empty out a clip like that

You don’t want a see that body bag zipped like that

What I’m repping?

Screwed Up Click, Hoover Crip like that

Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine

Always tryna act like it’s not my time

Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?

They might lock away my body, but can’t lock my mind

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

They asking Johnny what I spent on my chain

And how many karats, what kind of diamonds in this ring

Did he make payments or did he drop all the change?

Probably wanna know if I wear Polo drawers or Hanes

Would ya look at that house?

I know he ain’t doing bad

«Can I get a hundred dollars?"They see me, that’s what they ask

Smell like some Reggie, they see me, that’s what they pass

I be like, «Damn, y’all must really be doing bad!»

But that ain’t my bidness, I got shit to do

You already know I ain’t giving shit to you

And to my money, baby, I ain’t really into you

Drop you off and go get money, that’s what I’m fin to do

Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine

Always tryna act like it’s not my time

Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?

They might lock away my body, but can’t lock my mind

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)

I don’t owe you niggas shit, I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)