All because I'm the lead singer of my band These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit

La la la la To get through to the man in me The man in me will do nearly any task And as for compensation, there's little he would ask Take a woman like you Storm clouds are raging all around my door I think to myself I might not take it any more Take a

La la la la To get through to the man in me The man in me will do nearly any task And as for compensation, there's little he would ask Take a woman like you Storm clouds are raging all around my door I think to myself I might not take it any more Take a

Oh, how many travelers get weary Bearing both their burdens and their scars Don't you think they'd love to start all over And fly like eagles out among the stars? And fly like eagles out among the stars It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas Closing

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

Girl, that night was just like you Unforgettable That mango-rita you were drinkin' And that Coldplay song that you were singin' And I bet right now you're probably thinkin' That it's crazy I remember every detail, but I do From your blue jeans to your

There's a starman waiting in the sky La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds He's told us not to blow it 'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile Let the children lose it Let the children use it

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

I think I like that Sweat on demand Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone Got him runnin' home, fuck him good, get that money flow Pussy got him goin' places he would

Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps