IM BOUTA MF CHECK

Oh, bitch ass niggas, feel me

I'm finna talk my shit, nigga

And before you speak to me

Stand firm and come correct

It's all up in my name

I'm a lil manman bouta check

I'm a saucy lil' nigga

Ridin' around in Nike tech

You won't catch me at the gala

Cause my style ain't gettin' met

And I got that shit on

Fuck you mean I ain't fresh

Got the white tee on

The bitch like how I dress

Got the Dior cologne

She tried to lick it off my neck

Neighbors finna know my name

When I lay her on the bed

I'ma beat that shit down

She gon' feel it in her chest

And I'm finna go to town

I'ma put her ass to rest

Now I'm back to the booth

Cause I feel like the best

They say lil' man, man

He that nigga up next

She felt that pole up my waist

And she really got scared of it

This Glock like to sing

So Mariah, boy, I carry it

I ain't talkin' Keyshia Cole

But I'll leave a nigga heaven sent

And I don't really beef with niggas

Not about money, it's irrelevant

I'm a saucy lil' nigga

Fuck you mean I ain't fresh

Bounce out in Nike tech

I'm a lil' manman bouta check

Wake up and think about money

Man, these bitches don't impress

And these hoes come and go

I'm always on to the next

And she wanna fuck with me

But she can't, I know she stressed

If I give a bitch chance

Then she know she gettin' blessed

Play broke on the bitch

I had to put her to the test

I ain't Mr. Fantastic

I'll leave a nigga stressed

Bitch, I'm goin' in

And I'm back at it again

I step up in the party

I'm the freshest nigga in

And I got that shit on