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 know you gon' like it

Chi-Town swag wit 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 forty five 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 know how to handle ya

I don't wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager



[Chorus:]

Kno I'm hot, let the top down if you 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 you jus' don't know what you do to me

Gotta playa open hopin' you 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)



Ooooh ooh oooh

Ooooh ooh oooh

Ooohohoohh, ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

Ooooh oooh oooh ohh

Ooooh oooh oooh ohhh

Ohhh ohhh ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

(You know you want to)



Yeah, it go shawty lemme manage ya

I know 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 know how to work it

Only for a small fee 'cause your managed by me

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

Ran outta Don P so we vous (vecliz??)

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

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

True Religion Jeans wit 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 don't wanna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya



[Chorus:]



Ooooh ooh oooooh

Ooooh ooh oooooh

Ooohoohoohh, ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

Oooh oooh oooh ohh

Oooh oooh oooh ohhh

Ohhh ohhh ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya



Although I've git bad for ya (it's ya boy Berg)

I hope you understand that (Lloyd)

I can be ya manager (I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya)

But I can't be yo maaan, nooo