I’m The Man

Lyrics

Yea, aye When the rubber hit the pavement they know where I'm headed Mercedes-Benz this don't take no unleaded Let that shit go, it's gon be what you let it Gotta use the leverage, then you get the lettuce Make the money, do it pronto Crib palo santo, baby like Toronto, cold And she mind blown Money on my iPhone, where did all thе time go In the back streets Put that in the trunk not thе back seat I was down bad just last week This what ima tell you if you ask me I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man, bitch I'm the man I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man, bitch I'm the man Moving slow motion, life a motion picture Niggas is Digiorno, they never deliver Drinking champagne, fucking up my liver Will Hill baby, don't get any realer And the swag automatic, lifestyle cinematic If you want it you can have it yea Used to have to make a palette, now I'm living in a palace I'm a product of my habits yea In the back streets Put that in the trunk not the back seat I was down bad just last week This what ima tell you if you ask me I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man, bitch I'm the man I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man, bitch I'm the man