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

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

Never let these nigga's ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Michael Phelps with the swim moves (Skrrt, skrrt, oh) Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt) Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe (Skrrt, skrrt, oh) We gon' go live, we gon'

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

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

Fire meet gasoline I'm burning alive When you're here loving me Burn with me tonight I can barely breathe I got all I need When you came after me And I can barely breathe We're a perfect match, perfect somehow

I break the law, hop in the Wraith Doing the race, dodging the case Get out my face, get out my face Get out my face (Jay Young's got that beat locked) Dodging the case! (It's 6 figure music baby)

Now I'm feeling all wavy, yeah, I'm feeling amazing Please don't try to wake me, 'cause I'm on vacation You got me losing my mind Every night I pop another pill to sleep They keep saying there ain't nothing wrong with me For a while ain't no child with a

Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power You fuck around if you wanna Ha ha ha! I told

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed