[Intro]
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[Chorus]
She got her own (Hah)
She got her own
She got her own (Let's go)
She got her own (Hey)
If you pull up, she gon' pull up too
You can buy that, she can buy that too
She got her own (Yeah)
Shawty just a bad bitch with her own shit
She don't need you to buy her an outfit (Hah)
Walk into the Louis store, gotta have it (Yeah)
Say you on IG, I had to tag it
She got her own (Hah)
She got her own (Wait)

[Verse 1]
Yup, yup, yup
Boss bitch, a boss bitch, you a boss bitch
You know that n***a was weak, he almost lost it
He couldn't handle a girl with all that profit
And you can't handle a n***a that's on that nonsense
Hey hey, hey hey, it's your day
When she get on that Henn', she want that foreplay
When she get on that 'Trón, she get on that K-Way
I just made about twenty, you know that's light pay (Yeah)
You say that most these n***as act fugaz'
She just want a real n***a that's gon' lay lay (Yeah)
Pipe down, just pipe down, we here now
When I'm fiendin' that pussy, give you the staredown
Scared now, you scared now, don't fade away
Get rid of that fuck n***a, he a throwaway
She gon' FaceTime every time I go away
When that shit is real, boy, that shit don't go away
[Chorus]
She got her own (She ain't worried about y'all n***as)
She got her own (She gon' get it regardless)
She got her own (Yeah)
She got her own (ha, what you tell 'em?)
If you pull up, she gon' pull up too (Too)
You can buy that, she can buy that too
She got her own (Yeah, let's go)
Shawty just a bad bitch with her own shit (Shit)
She don't need you to buy her an outfit (Outfit)
Walk into the Louis store, gotta have it
Say you on IG, I had to tag it
She got her own
She got her own

[Verse 2]
She don't want no broke boy (Broke boy)
Broke boy (Broke boy)
Broke boy (Broke boy)
She don't want no broke boy (Broke boy)
Broke boy (Broke boy)
Broke boy (Broke boy)
I love the way you do those things that you do
You ain't gotta flex for him or you
I'ma send a text, tell you to come through
She on to the next, she ain't even want you
Boss bitch baby (Boss), Glock off safety
Fire a n***a up just for fuckin' with my lady
Wrist on froze, motherfucker icy
Fuckin' with lil' shawty, she a boss like me
[Chorus]
She got her own (Let's go)
She got her own (Hah)
She got her own (Yeah)
She got her own

[Outro]
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