IM THE MAN
I, I, I, I can't believe you left and I let you
Girl, girl, you got the worst me, you gave me the best you
You say, you say, you say, let's go our separate ways
Fuck it, I've been pouring out the bottle
Bitch, I got a ten and she gon' fuck me like a model
Passing her to bro just like Tua go to Waddle
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my peso
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my euros
I just landed in Miami, balling like i'm Herro
I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, oh
Lately I've been on a roll, like I'm chasing an honor roll
My chopper coming portable, stock that bitch is foldable
I don't really fuck with all that love is what I told the hoe
In the murcielago swerving losing control
Bitch, I'm about to crash like, oh my god, this bitch is totaled
Bitch, I got a bag and I ain't changed, I'm with my brudda
If I run up a hunnid, I give 50 to my mother
Thought she was the one for me until I found another
Chopper let off like a track event we making runners
We was always bad kids, doing what we wanna
We had hoop dreams, then we got our racks up
Now we just some ballers
They say when you get your mindset it's from my father
Feel I'm about to transform, like Super Saiyan Gohan
Nobody you know can fuck with me, I'm saying no one, no one, no one
I been dreaming of my granny, proud of her grandson
She told me keep my head up, I ain't been down once
So much guala, fuck a hunnid, count about a thousand
Hell of money, fuck a hill, I stack it to a mountain
Laughing at a bank, and I been dapping my accountant
You can't say I'm broke, I let you check all the amounts then
So much fucking guap, the money counter, cannot count it
Mama said I'm made for this, she know I'm that i'm astounding
Knew that I'm the one, she like, son, you made for greatness
Imma run a bag up, but she gon' celebrate it
Fuck it, I been pouring out a bottle
Bitch, I got a ten and she gon' fuck me like a model
Passing her to bro, just like Tua go to Waddle
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my peso
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my euros
I just landed in Miami balling like i'm Herro
I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, oh
Baby, I been on the roll, like chasing the honor roll
Girl, girl, you got the worst me, you gave me the best you
You say, you say, you say, let's go our separate ways
Fuck it, I've been pouring out the bottle
Bitch, I got a ten and she gon' fuck me like a model
Passing her to bro just like Tua go to Waddle
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my peso
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my euros
I just landed in Miami, balling like i'm Herro
I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, oh
Lately I've been on a roll, like I'm chasing an honor roll
My chopper coming portable, stock that bitch is foldable
I don't really fuck with all that love is what I told the hoe
In the murcielago swerving losing control
Bitch, I'm about to crash like, oh my god, this bitch is totaled
Bitch, I got a bag and I ain't changed, I'm with my brudda
If I run up a hunnid, I give 50 to my mother
Thought she was the one for me until I found another
Chopper let off like a track event we making runners
We was always bad kids, doing what we wanna
We had hoop dreams, then we got our racks up
Now we just some ballers
They say when you get your mindset it's from my father
Feel I'm about to transform, like Super Saiyan Gohan
Nobody you know can fuck with me, I'm saying no one, no one, no one
I been dreaming of my granny, proud of her grandson
She told me keep my head up, I ain't been down once
So much guala, fuck a hunnid, count about a thousand
Hell of money, fuck a hill, I stack it to a mountain
Laughing at a bank, and I been dapping my accountant
You can't say I'm broke, I let you check all the amounts then
So much fucking guap, the money counter, cannot count it
Mama said I'm made for this, she know I'm that i'm astounding
Knew that I'm the one, she like, son, you made for greatness
Imma run a bag up, but she gon' celebrate it
Fuck it, I been pouring out a bottle
Bitch, I got a ten and she gon' fuck me like a model
Passing her to bro, just like Tua go to Waddle
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my peso
She don't really love me, wanna fuck me for my euros
I just landed in Miami balling like i'm Herro
I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, oh
Baby, I been on the roll, like chasing the honor roll
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Writer(s): Hey Kk
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