Fire Your Manager

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I'm tryna see what she tryna do, got matches on my mind.

My hoe give me attitude, got matches on my line.

I done blew so many checks, niggas wonderin' how that do.

Brad Simmons, Ricky Owens, Pop shit, how you doin'? What she here for?

She a demon, that hoe gon' pull that money. She say she been on it.

Drive that Benz to the door and go get money. Called her what she in for.

All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy. This shit ten four. All these VVS's match my money.

She like, "Hell nah. " She with me now, nigga, go get money. Uh, drink it step, lil' hoe, yeah,

I serve drank.

Uh, mix and match my pistol, all these tec's.

Uh, ride the swerve, lil' hoe, I can't look backwards, I'm like.

Yeah, only two can fit, Ferrari passenger.

Uh, if you see my account, you'll fire your manager.

Ridin' steam, baby, I'm just hot beam.

Uh, these niggas playin' safe, tryna politick with my team.

Uh, I heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the lean.

Handle it, handle it, I'ma let God handle that for me.

Uh, I bought a brand new car, tryna ship it overseas.

Tryna dive in this 'Vette, my man need 'Vette McClean. Balmain zipper, man, man, my swag mean.

I don't feel nothin', I go crazy.

Pass me the blunt, man, who got smoke, man?

Make it mine, I put some onion on your baby. Don't give a fuck 'bout none of these niggas, you know I'm brazy.

Don't have into that trendy shit, them niggas over there gettin' lazy.

Hold up, hold up, huh, how the fuck they say they made me?

All black, I'm goin' basic, black -Illuminati baby.

-Pads on pop, my shit on all they friends girl.

Million dollar president diamonds dancin', yeah.

Take a peek, these visions, these pictures to the strip club. Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her

Chanel, got her ready to carry a baby. Hey, top of the line.

Boss, I'm on top of the floor, I'ma turn this shit slime.

No, no, no, not my count, we gon' hit with that nine.

We gon' leave that bitch blind, we gon' cut out that time. That shawty so fine, I'ma tell her the fact.

I won't turn that bitch on when she up in my town.

Take a look at my eye, nigga know that I'm fact.

I gotta roll up my dope out the pound.

I don't chill with my boss, so I pull up like a holster. Body my body, cover up the couch.

Which one don't work and don't open your mouth. Stay with a chopper, I'm straight off the knot.

I'm so nice tonight, it's Apollo. Said that demon with Hermes and gettin' her.

Keep the caliber all on the calendar. If you see my account, you'll fire your manager.

Hit him back with a shovel, that's probably how it go.

Come out the back like the sun, I hit. He on tryin', get whipped like a pot in this hoe.

Boardin' a jet, takin' off with these V's. With that. 308, man, that brr. I'm turnin' that.

308 baby, let off with that squeeze. Made in the plan, the man, the man, I'm him, shawty.

I see you laughin'. I'm tryna see what she tryna do, got matches on my mind.

My hoe give me attitude, got matches on my line.

I done blew so many checks, niggas wonderin' how that do. Brad Simmons, Ricky Owens, Pop shit, how you doin'?

What she here for? She a demon, that hoe gon' pull that money. She say she been on it.

Drive that Benz to the door and go get money. Called her what she in for.

All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy. This shit ten four.

All these VVS's match my -money.

She like- -Pads on pop, my shit on all they friends girl.

Million dollar president diamonds dancin', yeah.

Take a peek, these visions, these pictures to the strip club. Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her

Chanel, got her ready to carry a baby. Hey, top of the line.

Boss, I'm on top of the floor, I'ma turn this shit slime.

No, no, no, not my count, we gon' hit with that nine.

We gon' leave that bitch -blind, we gon' cut out that time.

-That shawty so fine, I'ma tell her the fact. I won't turn that bitch on when she up in my town.

Take a look at my eye, nigga know that I'm fact.

I gotta roll up my dope out the pound.