I’m the Man lyrics

[Intro]
Oh
Slatt-slatt
How you doin'?

[Chorus]
I keep on movin' and I keep it stackin', you know that I'm all about bands (Bands)
These n*ggas hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man
(Man)
I'ma go get straight to the guap, young n*gga all about bands (Bands)
These n*ggas hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep throwin' up these fours, countin' the money real slow (Real slow)
These n*ggas hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)
I'ma keep f*ckin' the baddest hoes that these n*ggas want (Want)
These n*ggas hatin' up on me, yeah, they know I'm the man (Man)

[Verse]
I'ma keep movin' and trappin', makin' that money no lackin'
These n*ggas hate how I'm matchin', bad b*tch and her back thick
Young n*gga got actin', see the Italian fabric (Fabric)
Gucci on, no designer, yeah, n*gga just gotta go have it
I keep on just ballin'
We go hit a n*gga at any red light
Bring in the street code, you gon' get green light
Me and L-O movin' 'round, gotta get it right
Duckin' and dodgin' cops, we movin' in silence
These n*ggas hate how a young n*gga matchin'
I'm doin' a hunnit right down on the back street
Yo all of these n*ggas be hatin' I'm matchin'
I'm gettin' that money, you know that I'm trappin'
And all of these n*ggas they claimin' that they have it
But none of these n*ggas ain't really out trappin'
I'm makin' that money, you know that I'm happy
You check out my resume, you see I'm brackin'