2000'S TYPE SHIT Lyrics

Nikes on my feet yeah that's how I'ma kick it off

Hybrid kush inhaling that's how I am lifting off

Bitches wanna fuck after that I make them lick it off

Government welfare what I was living off

Gucci sweats and Dior cologne that's what

I'm giving off gotta start small first I'm taking over

Lots Breaking open locks sit back and watch

Till I got a chain with more colors in it than a Crayola box

Bling shining brighter than a sun ray got models on the runway

Semi automatic pistol packing gun play got hoes tryna tackle me like

Super Bowl Sunday

Gotta keep the peace like a room filled with feng shui

Bitches who slept with me now calling me the mattress

Mack when I pull up on chrome rims on that Cadillac

Fresh candy paint dripping off of it like it's candle wax

Roll down my window and say baby you can't handle that

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Ooh yeah that's true oh that's true bitch

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man yeah baby let me talk to you

Come on shorty let me talk to you

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man yeah can't you see

You blind bitch

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man yeah you best believe

Best believe that shit

Hop in the whip what you smell

Ain't little trees CEO mode

AFM ain't in the little leagues

Pop another pill cause man I ain't feel a thing

Watching out for danger my spider senses is tingling

Swear you can hear the green goblin when the engine roars

Driving way too fast in a minute I'll be in Ecuador

Know the whole world got more plugs than extension cords

Her pussy like a reservoir welcome to my seminar

Shits bizarre how'd I crash the car

She was grabbing on my deck of cards

Running on this track couple hundred thousand yards

I'm the one they cant out smart

The professor no lesser

Don't sweat it no pressure

This chess not checkers

I'm two steps ahead checkmate

A jet in a snail race

I'm the man who'll steal your chick

Cause you always on some bummy shit

Always on some other shit

But I got her coming soon like a summer flick

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Ooh yeah that's true

Oh that's true bitch

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Yeah baby let me talk to you

Come on shorty let me talk to you

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Yeah can't you see

You blind bitch

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Yeah you best believe

Best believe that shit

Beat bouncing harder than going full speed on speed bumps

Blazing up a forest till it's nothing but tree stumps

What do we want

Liquor money and hoes

Henny Benjis big booty

Women with white on their toes

There they go come on

Vamanos lil mama fine

She likes astrology loves how the stars align

She asked me what was mine

Me I said a dollar sign

And that caught her eyes

Baby I'm hot

One touch will get you cauterized

Lights flashing get you dizzy

Wrist about 650

Can't nobody fuck with me

You know damn well there's no way that I can't stop

Shoes always be dead stock

Kicks so fresh

The paint so drying from the sweatshops

Play these hoes like Xbox

Did it all for hip hop

Got it in the bag like Ziploc

I'ma just do me

In the club's VIP

Rocking VVS chains white tee

Bitch I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Ooh yeah that's true

Oh that's true bitch

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Yeah baby let me talk to you

Come on shorty let me talk to you

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Yeah can't you see

Can't you see what you blind bitch

I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man

Yeah you best believe

Yeah you best believe that shit