I'm the man I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man Who's the man? Who's the man? I'm the man, I'm the man Who's the man with the plan? I got gas in the tank I got money in the bank I got skin in the game I know the score like the back of my

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

We are rough, gotta eat Me and my niggas are unleashed Terrorize the motherfucking streets This the shit that make a nigga unleashed What you hearin' now, this'll make us unleashed What you hearin' now I still don't like myself Walk around the fucking

I won't hold back Nothing like them other niggas Nothing like them other bitches I'm coming back for good So let them niggas know it's mines I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs Where you at on the map

I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I suggest that you

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs