Im Da Man

I be making money, huh
These lil niggas funny
Why the hell he mad at me? Ha
Cause his lil' bitch want me
Lil RT bitch I be thuggin'
On the west I still be junking
Me and Tony, we was in it
We just fucked up bunch of hundreds

We fuck bitches by the dozen
Waste the dollars, that ain't nothin'
I won't go for nothin'
Play with RT, put that boy on crutches
Say he stuffing but he bluffing
Fuck the bitch we don't love em
If she doesn't want to fuck on me
Then I'mma pass her to my brother

Thick gay bitch said she likes girls
So I passed her to my sister
When Lil Tony pop out he be fresh as fuck
Bitch you can't miss him
I've been stepping since a jit, I learned to kill for all my kindred
Know that time we can't do trippin' on they ass
Cause they remember

PCF cold like December
Purple jeans, I keep it simple
My new bitch came with some dimples
When she suck me up, it's different
My house big as hell, can't miss it
After I fuck she says she miss me
Try to kiss me off the rip, know I had to hit it with the Jimmy

Bitch ass nigga got my drop three months ago
He still ain't kill me
Got some money, threw my glasses on
So the white folk they didn't fear me
Money moves, I see them clearly
Freaky bitches can't get near me
He said this shit ain't the hardest shit he heard
The fuck he hearing?

I be making money, huh
These lil niggas funny
Why the hell he mad at me? Ha
Cause his lil' bitch want me
Lil RT bitch I be thuggin'
On the west I still be junking
Me and Tony, we was in it
We just fucked up bunch of hundreds



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Way, Richard Wayne Jr. Sims, Broderick Thompson-smith, Carlos Walker, Tony Gelato
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