Own It - RIIVAL

Own it It's yours It's yours Yours You're still the one that I adore Ain't much out there to have feelings for Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Yours A few bottles on the table, a few waters It ain't a secret, baby, everybody saw us Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It's yours Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust Next time I stand tall I wanna be standin' for you And next time I spend I want it all to be for you Peakin', I'm peakin', wake up with me this weekend, weekend, oh Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It's yours Own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, I said Go own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, own that shit Go and own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, you own that shit, go and Own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it Go own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, own that shit (Baby own it) Niggas talk more than bitches these days (Just let that shit sink in, ha) Niggas talk more than bitches these days Who could get the pussy quicker these days? Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days 'Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin' these days Bunch of journalists been searchin' for a story My ex-girl been searchin' for a "sorry" Couple bitches tryna have me on the Maury like nigga it's yours You should be supportin', but where you been at? On tour, gettin' money Y'all don't even really check for me You ain't even hit me when that nigga had threats for me, girl You don't love me, you just say that shit to get to me, girl 'Cause you got the Batphone and my workline You should call When the last time you did somethin' for the first time? You done done it all I swear to God, niggas talk more than bitches these days Got you thinkin' that I'm different these days Broken telephone for every single conversation By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days, but oh-oh It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's-it's always gonna be yours Own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, own it, I said Go own that shit (Own it) (Own it) It's yours It's yours, own it Own it, own it Own it, own it, baby, own it It's yours Own that shit, own that shit Own that shit

Yea yea yea Ah baby yea eh You know say Berry pon this You know I have patience But you was time wasting (oh no) Tired of the waiting And girl you turn me to a fling ohh Say if you lay down Am I gonna stay down with you? Girl you got me song out on your loving and I'm wanting more (oh eh) Tell a man to stay If to say na the end of time, my love go dey Oh eh I no fit run away baby Give me your shot make I come down You got me drunk on your love now (eh ah) Oya own it Baby own it, oh own it No fit control it I wanna give it all up for you yea You be the Queen and you know it Baby all my emotions Baby girl I own it oh I dey mad, I dey craze yeah Girl your love got me wasted eh Girl your whine e be my whine yeah You got me drunk and you got me high ee-eeh I dey mad, I dey craze yeah Girl your love got me wasted eh Girl your whine e be my whine eh You got me drunk and you got me high ee-eeh Hope say you get the message I go do you right if you let me I know your taste is expensive I go ball on you like Messi So addicted Oh girl you my weakness So high on you baby I rely on you baby Oh eh Tell a man to stay If to say na the end of time, my love go dey Oh eh I no fit run away baby Give me your shot make I come down You got me drunk on your love now (eh ah) Oya own it (own it oh) Baby own it, oh own it (yea) No fit control it I wanna give it all up for you You be the queen I know it Baby all my emotions Baby girl own it oh I dey mad, I dey craze yeah Girl your love got me wasted yeah Girl your whine e be my whine eh You got me drunk and you got me high ee-eeh I dey mad, I dey craze yeah Girl your love got me wasted yeah Girl your whine e be my whine eh You got me drunk and you got me high ee-eeh Trap down in the winter winter oh yeah Berry pon this one oh It's a vibe, it's a vibe, it's a vibe yeah