Lyrics I'm the Man (Live) - Love, Fresh

I gots to get paid, like 25 lighters on my bedside
Popping tags like the logo off a Best Buy
Copped the coldest dad coat you could ever find
Altered by my tailor-thrift stores never have my size
Still rock the Harden 1's, summer pink, primeknitted
Boost sole never stresses, yet you sweating when I kick it
Yes I can, Q your chick to my Tip
'Cause she Questing mans
East Coast to the Tre, put the Vogues on my motorbike
Hittin' wheelies lookin' like I'm bout to take flight (Swangin')
Ever since the kid graduated
My paper stacking like a student loan statement
(Damn)

(Nigga)

'Cause I'm the man, woman
(I'm the motherfucking man)
'Cause I'm the man, woman
(I'm the motherfucking man
I'm the motherfucking man)
'Cause I'm the-man, woman
(I'm the motherfucking man
I'm the motherfucking man)
'Cause I'm the
'Cause I'm the

(Fresh, look)
Don't ask how much I spended
Batt'ries out my beeper 'cause the chicken heads relentless
Momma styled the fit, and I picked the matching necklace
Wire frame shades like I'm Malcolm pre-X'ing
And just last month, I was rollin' in a Lincoln-that's my nigga Jay's
Gon' cop the rims, we'll call it a day (Truly)
'Sparkles' made me wait for a fried catfish filet
Tummy lookin' fat, stacks back to the same place
Sideways in my '04 Escape, no
Trunk, but that jawn had bass; but man I might
Cop me a new jawn, Sid got me motivated
With that 91 Camaro two-door
(Damn)

'Cause I'm the man, woman
(I'm the motherfucking man)
'Cause I'm the man, woman
(I'm the motherfucking man
I'm the Mother. Fucking. Man)
'Cause I'm the-man, woman
(I'm the Mother. Fucking. Man)
'Cause I'm the
'Cause I'm the