MAN

Don't make me pull a Shady I'll go crazy
Picking it up I'm counting all these bills with my lady
I'll go psycho bitch I might go n drop the mic though
Like I'm Michael slash and dash hoe
All these bitches talk alota smack behind the back
Tweaking for some money looking like you smoking crack
Flexing all the money bitch is crumbling need a snack
Spending I be winning wheels be spinning run it back
Cookies on milk, milk on cookies
Don't give a fuck imma eat that booty
Cookies on milk, milk on cookies
Don't give a fuck imma eat that booty
Banana pyjama she sip it like fanta
We busting it out like the ray of the gamma
Electro magnetic go head and start praying
Electric aesthetic we flying like saiyans
Look at the sky its a bird its a plane
No I'm just thinking its Eric and Sway
Yeah it's all me bitch I come with the plan
Don't you forget that I am the fucking man

When you hear me coming through wearing that bulletproof
When my glock spit it go voo too voo voo
You lost my reliance, love me some blood love violence
To me gun plays like science
You don't wanna play with this pack of lions
Bullets curve hit your nerve tires screeching cars swerve
Fuck what you said fuck what you heard
Your life in the sky with the birds
You don't wanna see what I can develop into
I'm trine make some bread I ain't trine fuck with you
Cutter on my hip slice like butter skin rip
Yeah we getting lit then we bust up your lip
We do sick shit you can't kick it you do bitch shit
Messing with my crew you gone get your head split
Look at my pocket look at it look at all of the profit
Bitch you can't stop this in my mind I'm the best I'm a prophet
Yeah, all this money imma floss it yeah, cause I'm the fucking man



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Lefebvre
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