Manager

　　I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya

　　Yeah, these girls like me cause I show em somethin icy

　　Roll Somethin nicely

　　Make her wanna have a seed, Hope her son looks like me

　　Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin

　　Collipark on the drums, I kno u gon like it

　　Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce

　　Mix in all in together Watch a hit drop out

　　See we started from the kitchen, from the bed,

　　To the couch

　　Gave her 45 minutes I was In

　　Then I'm Out

　　See my mama say I'm lucky

　　The hood say they love me

　　These girls (hate the part how I?) Put no one above me

　　See now I'm livin lovely

　　My Girl Gotta buddy

　　But she be trippin out because her girls wanna fuck me

　　And now we pullin up, see

　　Me and the boy Lloyd

　　Redbone (Girls)

　　Lambourghini (Toys)

　　Take it to tha flo, Cause I kno how to handle ya

　　I ont wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager

　　Kno I'm hot, let the top down if u burnin up

　　Speakers Knockin the block down wen we pullin up

　　I see you movin around on the dance floor

　　Baby watcha doin here watcha mad for

　　Shawty u jus don't kno wat u do to me

　　Gotta Playa open hopin u don't make a fool of me

　　Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera

　　I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya (she make me wanna say)

　　Oooooh ooh ooooooooh

　　Oooooh ooh ooooooooh

　　Yeah, it go shawty lemme manage ya

　　I kno how to handle ya

　　Forget about your boyfriend mami he's a amateur

　　There go the paparazzi smile for the camera (ahh)

　　Say cheese and throw up the YB'z (YB'z)

　　Body Picture perfect

　　I kno how to work it

　　Only for a small fee cause your managed by me

　　Started with (rosade?) then took it to Don P

　　Ran outta Don P so we vous (vecliz?)

　　See them otha dudes lose cause they ain't smoove like me

　　They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me

　　True Religion Jeans with a v-neck fee

　　Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me (Like Meeee)

　　So we took em both to the beach (to the beach)

　　Me and the boy Lloyd (boy Lloyd) Threw em on Jet Skis (Skiiiis)

　　Then to the suite cause I know how to handle ya

　　I ont wanna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

　　Kno I'm hot, let the top down if u burnin up

　　Speakers Knockin the block down wen we pullin up

　　I see you movin around on the dance floor

　　Baby watcha doin here watcha mad for

　　Shawty u jus don't kno wat u do to me

　　Gotta Playa open hopin u don't make a fool of me

　　Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera

　　I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya (she make me wanna say)