8nfra - Own Up Lyrics

You can't talk 'bout money if you ain't even got your own up
Mark my words, fina be up on that poster
All that chit chat
I know that boy's really just a poser
My boy look just like a cowboy
Pull up with that holster
I leave my mark
Leave it on the wall
Why you talking like a CEO when you is really just a clerk
Leave 'em in the dark
Pour me up a four
Bitch, all I hear is nonsense
I lit it up like comet
Not real like I'm a comic
Why she act so bossy?

"Why you ain't texting me back?"
That's just not a part of me
Came through with 100 man and turned it to a party
I gabe her Junya Watanabe, f*ck on Marni
I do this shit for fun, it's not about the money
I can not roll out, that weed smelling funny
This city full of bums, they crash out like a dummy
Them parents should've thought about that shit and worn a gummy
My girl cute, she got a piecring on her tummy
You say you be with the gang when you ain't with the f*cking gang
Just f*cking stop already
Quit that shit and make a band
Built this with my f*cking hands
I looked at them like Spider Man
Doing shows on finals day
I'm f*cking on that maths exam
F*cking finally man

Mark my words, fina be up on that poster
All that chit chat
I know that boy's really just a poser
My boy look just like a cowboy
Pull up with that holster
I leave my mark
Leave it on the wall
Why you talking like a CEO when you is really just a clerk
Leave 'em in the dark

(Pour me up a four)