What You Can't Own

Fatra G

Compositor: Fatra G

Look at what you can’t own
Boss bitch, queen, in a throne
Catch me in the sky
Where the money’s high, and I'm on the grind

Shining, step close
You won’t wanna go
Shining, step close
You’ll drop her, let her go

Taste it, it’s fire
Got you burning with desire
What’s in my bank?
I’ll buy what you can’t acquire

I'm on top, no disguise
Spending it all, no compromise
After midnight
I'm the one you’ll idolize

I want it all till the Sun’s out
Don’t owe no one a fucking doubt

Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it

Pop it, take it
Pop it, take it
Pop it, take it

I got the sauce
Don’t make me flex
I’ll leave you vexed

Blah-blah-blah
I won’t hear it
If you ain’t paying, disappear

I'm on top, no shame
I'm spending it all, running the game
And after midnight
I'm the star, you’ll know my name

I want the wild till the dawn breaks
I don’t owe you shit, so back off, for God’s sake

Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it
Shake it, drop it, flaunt it, take it

Pop it, take it
Pop it, take it
Pop it, take it
Pop it, pop it, pop it