Im Da Man Testo

Four3va

I be makin' money, huh, these lil' niggas funny
Why the hell he mad at me? Huh, 'cause his lil' bih' want me
Lil RT, bitch, I be thumpin'
On the West Side C be jumpin'
Me and Tony, we in Atlanta, we get fucked up for some hunnids

We fuck bitches by the dozen
Where's his dollars? He ain't nothin' I won't go for nothing, play with RT, put that boy on crutches
Say he steppin' but he bluffin'
Fuck these bitches, we don't love 'em
If she don't wanna fuck on me, then I'ma pass her to my brother

Thick gay bitch, say she like girls, so I pass her to my sister
When Lil Tony pop out, he be fresh as fuck, bitch, you can't miss him
I been steppin' since a jit, learned how to kill from off my kindle
Know they time, we came to trippin' on they ass, but they won't remember
PC up cold like December, purple jeans, I keep it simple
My new bitch came with some dimples, when she suck me up, it's different
My house big-ass hell, can't miss it
After I fucked, she said she miss me
Try to catch me off the rip, know I had to hit it with the
Bitch-ass nigga, got my drop three months ago, he still ain't killed me
Got some money through my glasses, also white foe didn't feared me
Money moves, I seen it clearly, freaky bitches can't get near me
He said this shit ain't the hardest shit he heard, the fuck he hearin'?

I be makin' money, huh, these lil' niggas funny Why the hell he mad at me? Huh, 'cause his lil' bih' want me
Lil RT, bitch, I be thumpin'
On the West Side C be jumpin'
Me and Tony, we in Atlanta, we get fucked up for some hunnids