Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Mine Is Yours, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What's Mine Is Yours |
| What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it |
| Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks |
| Rich nigga, always stand on my word |
| My ex played and got kicked to the curb |
| Ain’t actin' right, then you’re bound to get left |
| Ain’t playin' right, think we needed a ref |
| Stress-free, kill they ass, what’s his set? |
| Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects |
| Lord, bless me, I had to go buy a Demon |
| Told lil' bro, «Pack the heat,» 'cause these niggas be schemin' |
| He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin' |
| I go make my move, he be dead by the weekend |
| It won’t take much for me to get your ass gone |
| Only feel like a killer when he on his phone |
| These niggas be pussy, these hoes’ll be sloots |
| I came with my shooter, she fuckin' my troops |
| Salute to the niggas who havin' the loot |
| Started from the end, now we havin' motion |
| I told 'em I’ll get it, they thought I was jokin' |
| Now I feel like fuck the world, no Trojan |
| VVS diamonds on my chain, I’m glowin' |
| Got this ho tryna give me brain, she foreign |
| Lil' bitch tryna suck away my soul |
| Nut on her face, aim straight for the nose |
| What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it |
| Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks |
| Rich nigga, always stand on my word |
| My ex played and got kicked to the curb |
| Ain’t actin' right, then you’re bound to get left |
| Ain’t playin' right, think we needed a ref |
| Stress-free, kill they ass, what’s his set? |
| Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects |
| Put the switch on it, now the glizzy automatic |
| Bullets hit him, they gon' make his bones shatter |
| Hundred rounds make a whole crowd scatter |
| Scammers, they can go and hack bank data |
| Drippin' like I’m finna hit the Met Gala |
| Thick bitch at the show, tryna call after |
| I got a ARPs and FNs if a nigga come back |
| Fuck that petty money, I want real M’s |
| These ain’t clout stones, you see real gems |
| 100K for the AP wristband |
| Caught him down bad, he a dead man |
| Made a sacrifice, now I’m livin' better |
| If that’s your private shit, chalk him down together |
| Take the stand, shit, I can never ever |
| Bar set, shit, I can never ever |
| What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it |
| Rich nigga, I could spoil you with Pateks |
| Rich nigga, always stand on my word |
| My ex played and got kicked to the curb |
| Ain’t actin' right, then you’re bound to get left |
| Ain’t playin' right, think we needed a ref |
| Stress-free, kill they ass, what’s his set? |
| Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects |