Own it own it
Own it own it

I learned to own my style
How I got this smile
Conquered fear got the crown
Can't nobody bring me down
I'm looking good quite frankly
Timbs and fitted big Yankee
Denim coat when I'm out east
I'm top tier you can't rate me

Stop talking baby go get it
You start something better finish
Yeah, that rooftop ceiling missing
I'm independently winning
Master P taught me no limit
Faith got me dominion
God given can't diminish
I'm set apart I'm distinguished

You a baddie baby you gotta own it, own it
Style and ya grace, you betta own it, own it
All they wanna do is copy and paste
But you they can't replace, so
Own it, own it, own it, own it

Necks turn when I walk in
Got 'em all hot, like she back again
Denim fit, I'm far from plain
Sugar and spice, I can't be lame
Tried to hate but my God stopped
You got blocked by this tight end
Motivated like them high school players
I know you remember those Titans

Everything ain't always black and white
I'm still gonna get it gonna win in spite
I'm shining bright can't dim this light
Diamond in the rough mud made me tough
You stuck on luck manifesting
I say my prayers count blessings
Flashy flashy flexing
My own style is impressing, ugh

You a baddie baby you gotta own it, own it
Style and ya grace, you betta own it, own it
All they wanna do is copy and paste
But you they can't replace, so
Own it, own it, own it, own it

Own it, own it, own it, own it
Pop them tags, pop them tags
Own it, own it, own it, own It
Get them bags, Get them bags
Own it