CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I’m the Man
Oh
Slatt-slatt
How you doin'?
I keep on movin' and I keep it stackin', you know that I'm all about bands (Bands)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man
(Man)
I'ma go get straight to the guap, young n***a all about bands (Bands)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep throwin' up these fours, countin' the money real slow (Real slow)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep f**kin' the baddest hoes that these n***as want (Want)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep movin' and trappin', makin' that money no lackin'
These n***as hate how I'm matchin', bad b*t*h and her back thick
Young n***a got actin', see the Italian fabric (Fabric)
Gucci on, no designer, yeah, n***a just gotta go have it
I keep on just ballin'
We go hit a n***a at any red light
Bring in the street code, you gon' get green light
Me and L-O movin' 'round, gotta get it right
Duckin' and dodgin' cops, we movin' in silence
These n***as hate how a young n***a matchin'
I'm doin' a hunnit right down on the back street
Yo all of these n***as be hatin' I'm matchin'
I'm gettin' that money, you know that I'm trappin'
And all of these n***as they claimin' that they have it
But none of these n***as ain't really out trappin'
I'm makin' that money, you know that I'm happy
You check out my resume, you see I'm brackin'
Slatt-slatt
How you doin'?
I keep on movin' and I keep it stackin', you know that I'm all about bands (Bands)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man
(Man)
I'ma go get straight to the guap, young n***a all about bands (Bands)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep throwin' up these fours, countin' the money real slow (Real slow)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep f**kin' the baddest hoes that these n***as want (Want)
These n***as hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep movin' and trappin', makin' that money no lackin'
These n***as hate how I'm matchin', bad b*t*h and her back thick
Young n***a got actin', see the Italian fabric (Fabric)
Gucci on, no designer, yeah, n***a just gotta go have it
I keep on just ballin'
We go hit a n***a at any red light
Bring in the street code, you gon' get green light
Me and L-O movin' 'round, gotta get it right
Duckin' and dodgin' cops, we movin' in silence
These n***as hate how a young n***a matchin'
I'm doin' a hunnit right down on the back street
Yo all of these n***as be hatin' I'm matchin'
I'm gettin' that money, you know that I'm trappin'
And all of these n***as they claimin' that they have it
But none of these n***as ain't really out trappin'
I'm makin' that money, you know that I'm happy
You check out my resume, you see I'm brackin'
