[Intro: C.LEAN]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(A minute and 48 seconds)
Gutter, word to your mother
[Verse: C.LEAN]
Bad b**hes getting money
And they f**ing looking stupid when they come around me
I got three bad b**hes and they all wanna f**
And they love how my sound meets their ears
God damn! God damn I'm the man
God damn I got hella fans, God daaaammmn
And you know I'm the f**ing man
When I walk through the door they be like aye
That n***a got paper
Put a now-or-later in the sprite I drink it now-and-later
God damn it got some good favor, flavor
It got that flavor that a n***a like to savor
God damn, I'm the man
I'm the man, green eggs and hams, I do not like it sam
You don't even know, Imma pro
How I roll, I roll some move, smooth move
I'm like Will and Axel
Will and Axel, you are such an a**hole
Plus I'm getting cashflow, if you wanna ask so
n***as looking stupid they don't ask though
God damn I got pa**ports
Pa**port, I fly to Columbia for a day
Smoke me some chief then I fly back away
With my bro, f** what they say
Making all this paper and you know I fly away
God damn I'm the man call me Chris Cringle
I'm making pringles and I'm coming with a brand new single
I got a jingle for the f**ing Christmas time
Know I'm on my rhyme, one of a kind
Sprite, lemon, lime with the cherry, with the grape
That's that active, that's that f**ing active
b**h I stay active run track
b**h I stay active run track
b**h I stay active plus I'm black