Lyrics Made man - Summrs

Made man

Double R bird bidness, double R bird bidness
Presidential shit, top floor shit, you know how I get
(Bitch, haha)
I’m a soulja baby
I’m the man with the plan
Give a fuck what they sayin'
Can’t blow my cover, I rock Undercover
This shit come from Japan
That fuck nigga ain’t no made man
Come fuck me, you and your friend
I’m in Belize with a freak and she neat
We got our toes in the sand
Let’s be real, you ain’t seen money
Only got you a couple of bands
LV, I mix it wit' Marni
Yeah, BB business, stop playin'
You rockin' BB sinners man
I bought my bitch a chain wit' ruby’s
You still buy her Vivian, yeah
Slumped off of this lean, I’m walkin' like a crippled man
Hunnid' percenter man, 5% tint my windows, man
They got me out of character, now I gotta' sin again, yeah
and you know Ima' win again
Pull sum' hunnids out the bank, I’m fuckin' wit' Ben again
And we rock striker, gotta swap some
again
Can’t see these niggas diamonds, must gotta switch my lens again
These niggas diamonds goofy
Bitch got a big ass booty
Fuck me good, show me what’s up, I might by you Louis
Nigga want smoke? Let’s do it
I get fly as a piece of pie, I swear it’s nothin' too it
I might buy me a track and suit, after that can’t catch me
Ratatat, complementary sounds of the uzi
Up in my cup, it’s Boosie
Down south, where I’m from, them bitches will call you juvie
Had a soulja rag on my head at 5, cause momma was bumpin' that Juve (yeah, yeah,
yeah)
I’m a soulja baby, I’m the man wit' the plan
This shit come from Japan