VERSE 1
Yeah, ok, look, you know i am the best and the illest, go and get my gun to this beat so i can kill this, drink in my cup but i ain't bout to spill this, but most of y'all amazed by my skill and my lyrics, how a NYC boy come out the bottom with thrillest, dopest, super chronic dope shit, he must be the 2nd the coming, no puny, no jokes, im killing this rap, with my hands on the throat, spill the blood of a goat, cause illumanti, i-i-i-i won't be hearing your voice, i sat and thought this through, and i have made final choice, im gon take hip-hop over, so you can hip-hop rejoice, can i get a hip-hop hurray, everyday, we gon do this perfect til we break, but by then they'll know me like that American Gangster, Frank, full tank and i dip out, All black Monte Carlo, got the moon roof off and a lady on my right, we gon party so hard and have intercourse at the end of the night, you better believe im wishin that the pussy tight, but let me get back on the course, im the royalty crowned knight with my noble horse, with my steed, we a tag team combo with no lust of greed, been through a bunch of battles, and i've beat every league, you others aren't in my lane, im way up in the lead, and if you act good, i might help you get that guap, understood?
CHORUS
See that nice girl, Imma make her mine
See those pretty eyes, Imma make em shine
Pour up the glass of wine
Dam girl your ass fine, but I bet you hear that shit all the time
Its time to wine and dine, and record it in real time
And when we're done we can just hit rewind
ITS MINE
ITS MINE
ITS MINE
ITS MINE
VERSE 2
The game ain't fair, you need to come prepared
I'm here, ya hear, that I hear that you hear, we here to make it mine
I'mma rep the game and make it mine I'm here for you
See those nice diamonds, I'mma make em shine
Let me make it clear for you
I got that OVO Letterman jacket
Better than ratchets, better than juggalos and hatches
The game ain't fair, they be using cheat codes
YMCMB that's my motherfucking street code
Young Money ship, running shit, don't touch my boat
If you don't wanna be finding Nemo
I'm Chris Brown, look at me now
I'm getting paper, I'm a paper chaser
Being chased by the police and haters
I ain't waiting, I'm a waiter, waiting on your order
So I can serve you later
Look at you now, you ain't getting catered
Eat what you want, I'm here to serve
But make sure that you make room for
What you deserve, have a taste of your medicine
Swerve
CHORUS
See that nice girl, Imma make her mine
See those pretty eyes, Imma make em shine
Pour up the glass of wine
Dam girl your ass fine, but I bet you hear that shit all the time
Its time to wine and dine, and record it in real time
And when we're done we can just hit rewind
ITS MINE
ITS MINE
ITS MINE
ITS MINE
