Yung Berg Feat. Lloyd - Manager

Yung Berg

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I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Yeah, these girls like me 'cause I shows up icy, rolls up nicely Make them wanna have a seed, hope her son looks like me Can't imagine the things that I'm writin' Collie Parker the drums, I know you gon' like it Chi-Town swag with an A-Town bounce Mix it all in together, watch a hit drop out See, we started from the kitchen, from the bed to the couch I gave her forty-five minutes, I was in and I'm out See, my mama say I'm lucky, the hood say they love me These girls hang my poster sign, put no one above me See, now I'm livin' lovely, my girl got a buggy But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me And now we pullin' up, see, me and the boy Lloyd Redbone girls, Lamborghini toys Take it to the floor 'cause I know how to handle ya I don't wanna be your man, I wanna be your manager I hear 'em hot, let the top down if you wanna know Speakers knock with the block down when we pullin' up I see you movin' around on the dance floor Baby, what you come in here with your man for? Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me Gotta play it open, hopin' you don't make a fool of me Bitch, your frame belongs inside of my camera I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya She make me wanna say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Now everybody say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya You make me wanna say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Now everybody say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya You know you want to, come on Yeah, it go, shawty, let me manage ya, I know how to handle ya Forget about your boyfriend, mama, he's an amateur There go the paparazzi, smile for the camera Say cheese and throw up them YPs Body picture perfect, I know how to work it Only for a small fee 'cause you're managed by me Started with Rosé then took it to Dom P Ran out of Dom P, so we Veuve Clicquot See, them other dudes lose 'cause they ain't smooth like me They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me True Religion jeans with a V-neck tee Make your best friend say she want a dude like me, like me So we took 'em both to the beach Me and the boy Lloyd threw 'em on jet skis Then to the suite 'cause I know how to handle ya I don't wanna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya I hear 'em hot, let the top down if you wanna know Speakers knock with the block down when we pullin' up I see you movin' around on the dance floor Baby, what you come in here with your man for? Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me Gotta play it open, hopin' you don't make a fool of me Bitch, your frame belongs inside of my camera I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya She make me wanna say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Now everybody say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya You make me wanna say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Now everybody say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Shawty, you can do good, listen up I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya Introduce you to this game, step and lift it up I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya You ain't gotta be afraid, shawty, back it up, 'cause I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya See, you only have this nice smile without the black and white I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya I don't wanna be your boyfriend It's your boy, Bird, Lloyd I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya It's your boy, Bird, Lloyd I can be your manager, but I can't be your man, no