The Man
JayTheDon
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Yeah Young nigga counting that cash Counting this cake Pull out the coupe and it's fast F*ck nigga who wanna race Skirt in the coupe do the dash Can't a f*ck nigga keep up with jay They ain't fucking with me in the past Now they all on me but they too late Now they see me I'm the man Hop in the coupe with your boo and she do what it do I know that bitch gone blow like a flute Pull out her phone and she tole me her friend coming too So the last thing she worried about is you Yeah they gone talk but I'm already knowing Just keep chasing dough and that ain't nothing new Ask me about all of my brothers You know that they chasing the bread They getting the loot Bitch I be styling F*ck it I don't need a stylist She get off the drank and she be out her body This shit got her wilding This shit got her wilding She throw it bank and I'm all up behind it I swear to god I don't even be trying I hit your hoe watching her press decline Yeah I hit your ho and my name she be crying (what) I ain't know that was your hoe She ain't mention you when I met her (hold on) I ain't know that was your hoe And it's crazy cause I get her wetter Watching the xxl had me laughing at niggas Just knowing that I can do better Already the greatest I'm knowing they hate it Can't settle for less you know ima go getter And that's fasho did this shit on my own I was left all alone And I came out a beast And I'm already flying And yet I'm still rising I can't see the top no I can't see a peak Some of yall lame and yall really a flop And the music yall dropping That shit really weak I got the moves I be jooking like toosie And I got them hits nigga shout out to meech Now they see me I'm the man Do what I want and you do what you can Shout out to brodie the glock in his hand We get shit popping as soon as we land Drip on my shoes f*ck what they think Give me the cuban give me the link That hoe look foo that bitch probably stink I mix the sprite in the cup when I drink Young nigga counting that cash Counting this cake Pull out the coupe and it's fast F*ck nigga who wanna race Skirt in the coupe do the dash Can't a f*ck nigga keep up with jay They ain't fucking with me in the past Now they all on me but they too late Now they see me I'm the man Hop in the coupe with your boo and she do what it do I know that bitch gone blow like a flute Pull out her phone and she tole me her friend coming too So the last thing she worried about is you Yeah they gone talk but I'm already knowing Just keep chasing dough and that ain't nothing new Ask me about all of my brothers You know that they chasing the bread They getting the loot
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