L.E.$.

L.E.$. - The Man

rate me

Ft. A$ton Matthews

(Intro)

Purple in my muthafuckin' cone

Let a nigga get up in my zone

Heard they talkin' down, I neva trip

In the cut parlayin' with yo bitch

Paper be a nigga' motivation

Ain't with all the gangstas pussy playn

Try to tell em suckas this my town

Playa, why you hatin'? Lemme shine!

(Verse: Le$)

Ok, I'm deep in the game and bitches see that I'm holdin'

Look like yo money is funny, and I ain't with all that jokin'

Boy, the fuck is you smokin'? That reggie must got you trippin'

I might be high when I'm flippin' but I will neva be slippin'

Them otha niggas is lame, that ain't no bizzt t-chain

That ain't no rolex down, you tryna fuck up the game

I'm gettin' hand in that foreign but I'm still switchin' them lanes

One of the thrillest to do it, my nigga, simple and plain

(Hook)

Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)

Really ain't that hard to understand (understand)

Crippin' on the grain erratic chrome (erratic chrome)

Keep it chip off in my cell phone (in my phone)

Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)

Hustlin' with the million dolla plan (got the plan)

Leanin' off the soda, blowin' skunk (blowin' skunk)

Bitch, yo shit ain't bumpin' in the trunk (in the trunk)

(Verse 2: A$ton Matthews)

Gettin' face while a nigga work the weed

Choppa ready in the buildin', you should know the deed

25 to live, know this shit is comin' sick

These cowards always naggin', neva catch em on their feet

Know who's braggin', lonely gangster fall on when it's actin'

Always hungry, neva had shit

Finna chirp, lil homie, that's tragic

Switch lanes to the addict, hop out cuz I'm hot here

And there's money to make and bitches to break

And plans to plot and severin' plane(?)

Paper don't sit still, niggas flip, we switch gears

Stackin' paper, I spin it fast and so I hustle harder

Breakin' bitches, they run a track to the re-up stackin'

Cross the border, place yo order, now lil momma bust it open

That lick be flowin', which race ya goin'? Already know it

We the chosen, baby, this some gangsta poet

Gin and 40s. caprice and stunters

Gold ferarris, ya know the story

Le$ bossin' to the H-Town

They got the smell(?) now

(Hook)

Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)

Really ain't that hard to understand (understand)

Crippin' on the grain erratic chrome (erratic chrome)

Keep it chip off in my cell phone (in my phone)

Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)

Hustlin' with the million dolla plan (got the plan)

Leanin' off the soda, blowin' skunk (blowin' skunk)

Bitch, yo shit ain't bumpin' in the trunk (in the trunk)

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