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JACKBOY feat RUSS – Own My Masters Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

JACKBOY feat RUSS – Own My Masters Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 19 March 2021. The vocals are by Jackboy , Russ, the music is produced by Jackboy , Russ, and the lyrics are written by SephGotTheWaves , SickDrumz.
This song is originally in the key of C Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 75 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: C Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

   Cm Ab Bb 
 . 
 
 [CHORUS] 
  Cm                                Ab                    Bb
 I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
  Cm                                        Ab               Bb
 All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
 Cm                               Ab 
 I got that bread and stacked it up
                     Bb                       Cm 
 It get put on your head, my dog whacking stuff
  Cm                            Ab 
 I got her head and fell in love
                   Bb                   Cm 
 She eat up that dick, ain't no letting up

 Cm                            Ab              Bb
 This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
  Cm                                      Ab                 Bb
 I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
   Cm                               Ab 
 I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
                        Bb
 But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
  Cm
 Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
 Ab                  Bb
 Send onе of your niggas to get one up

 [VERSE] 
  Cm
 Got the gamе in a lock and I won't let up
  Ab                   Bb
 Jumped fresh out the box and got rich as fuck
    Cm                                           Ab 
 Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot, 
                         Bb
 might fuck around and go buy the Bentley truck

 Cm                                                Ab 
 Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough, 
                        Bb                  Cm
 but them niggas still hate how I live it up
   Cm
 I was posted in the cut, 
                      Ab                         Bb           Cm
 we ain't on the level up 'til I got off my ass and ran it up

 Cm
 Had to get off my ass and go get it
                    Bb
 Lil' nigga but I got big digits
   Cm
 If it come down to beef, I'm with it
    Ab                    Bb                  Cm
 You could die 'bout a Tweet, boy, you silly

 Cm
 You can't say shit about me, I got a milli'
  Ab                     Bb
 Whenever I go, my family gon' get it
               Cm 
 Could never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
    Ab                  Bb
 Can't be loved, sorry bae, I admit it

 Cm
 Full off them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it
      Ab                     Bb
 My bitch real bad, I be fucking on a menace
           Cm
 Give me head while I drive, I could wreck, this ain't rented
        Ab                      Bb 
 I'm a god so my windows five percent tinted
           
  Cm        
 Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny
   Ab                      Bb 
 All these free bands, gotta custom the bezy
    Cm
 Grown men gossip 'bout the kid like they Winnie
    Ab                        Bb
 Can't fuck with niggas, no, Jack not friendly

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 [CHORUS] 
  Cm                                Ab                    Bb
 I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
  Cm                                        Ab               Bb
 All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
 Cm                               Ab 
 I got that bread and stacked it up
                     Bb                       Cm 
 It get put on your head, my dog whacking stuff
  Cm                            Ab 
 I got her head and fell in love
                   Bb                   Cm 
 She eat up that dick, ain't no letting up

 Cm                            Ab              Bb
 This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
  Cm                                      Ab                 Bb
 I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
   Cm                               Ab 
 I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
                        Bb
 But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
  Cm
 Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
 Ab                  Bb
 Send onе of your niggas to get one up

 [VERSE] 
  Cm
 Ain't no way I'ma forfeit this (Nah)
  Ab                  Bb 
 Mailbox money, I'm Forbes list rich (Yeah)
   Cm
 All from a basement in Georgia, it's (True)
   Ab                         Bb 
 Real one, you don't gotta force the shit

         Cm
 Got a Florida chick, and of course she is (What?)
      Ab                      Bb 
 Haitian, we takin' the Porsche for a spin (Vroom, vroom)
     Cm
 Blast off, head got me orbitin' (Yeah)
    Ab                      Bb
 Rewards gonna keep pourin' in (Yeah)

                 Cm
 These rappers hardly go (Yikes)
 Ab            Bb             Cm
 I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes (I do)
          Ab      Bb
 I ain't sorry, though (Yeah)

                Cm
 These rappers hardly go (True)
  Ab          Bb              Cm
 I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes
             Ab       Bb
 I ain't sorry, though (Fuck 'em)

 Cm                     Ab               Bb               Cm
 Workers hatin' on the boss, I don't fuck with y'all either
  Cm                    Ab              Bb               Cm
 Say it's lonely at the top, went and bought a two seater
   Cm                         Ab 
 I might say what Prince told Nas, 
             Bb            Cm                             Ab   Bb
 I ain't trying to do features if you don't own your masters (Ha ha ha)

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 [CHORUS] 
  Cm                                Ab                    Bb
 I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
  Cm                                        Ab               Bb
 All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
 Cm                               Ab 
 I got that bread and stacked it up
                     Bb                       Cm 
 It get put on your head, my dog whacking stuff
  Cm                            Ab 
 I got her head and fell in love
                   Bb                   Cm 
 She eat up that dick, ain't no letting up

 Cm                            Ab              Bb
 This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
  Cm                                      Ab                 Bb
 I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
   Cm                               Ab 
 I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
                        Bb
 But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
  Cm
 Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
 Ab                  Bb
 Send onе of your niggas to get one up

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