The Times

Baby I'm the man yeah I been the man (swear to god)
Slide up in that pussy like the Toosie dance (right foot slide)
Baby do it just like that but with no hands (just the mouth)
You gon' make a nigga start a onlyfans (12.99)

Yeah, I make a mess with it
And ya girl she know that I'm the best in it, damn ay, Gucci slides on you know I'm fresh in it, oh shit, send a bitch a nude with no text with it

Whoo whoo

I changed up and you know it
Mr bartender please po it, oh damn, on the beat I'm a mothafuckin' poet
I'm a beast & I'm not afraid to show it, goddamn

I just slide on em
Got the eyes on em
Nigga disappeared
Then surprised on em damn I get live on em
I got 5 on it
Boy I'm fresh to death
I just died on em

I design on em
Got her mind on me
I'm her side nigga
Cause I got size on him, damn
Yeah they lied on him
But I survived on em
Ain't nobody seeing me like they went blind on me, ah yeah

Baby I'm the man yeah I been the man (swear to god)
Slide up in that pussy like the Toosie dance (right foot slide)
Baby do it just like that but with no hands (just the mouth)
You gon' make a nigga start a onlyfans (12.99)

Shots back to back of the yac goddamn
Now I gotta take a Uber back goddamn
At the bar fucking up a check goddamn
But you know that ima make it back

No advice wit it
I'm high price wit it
Rappin' with a smile
Cause I'm nice wit it
I want a darkskin bitch to spend the night with aye
Thats my type, I'ma pipe, Ain't no might hit it

Aye I like a big fat booty/ Baby bring it back to me/ baby put it in my face/ 69 ratatouille/ Can you scrip like a movie/ do a split while you do me, aye, my appetite isn't light it's on sight, aye

Aye, fuck that hoe, damn
Like a green light bitch you gotta go
I don't care, it's plenty mo'
I don't save a hoe, I just holy ghost

Aye, yeah I gotta boast
How you making less when you do the most?
Money on me like a money coat
Bitches tell me hi cause your money low

Look I'm off the eddy
Bitch I'm ready
Take your clothes off
Like I'm nelly
I see ya message
Yeah I read it
I ain't texting back
Bitch I'm petty

I know where I'm headed
I'm prophetic
Cut some people off, and don't regret it
Bitch I'm money
Like debit
I'm original
You a edit

I go and get it
Like I'm fetching
Making moves
Kinetic
I'm professional, you pathetic
Boy you gassed up
You unleaded, admit it