Manager

[Intro: Yung Berg] I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, let me manage ya (Collipark) [Verse 1: Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd] 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 writin' Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce Mix it all in together, watch a hit drop out See we started from the kitchen, from the bed to the couch Gave her 45 minutes, I was in then I'm out See my mama say I'm lucky The hood say they love me These girls hang my posters, [?] put no one above me See now I'm livin' lovely My girl got a buggy But she be trippin out because her girls wanna fuck me And now we pullin up, see you got me and the boy Lloyd Redbone girls, Lambourghini toys Take it to the floor, 'cause I know how to handle ya I don't wanna be your man, I wanna be your manager [Pre-Chorus 1: Lloyd & Yung Berg] I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up Speakers knock, let the block down when we pullin' up I see you movin' around on the dance floor Baby, what'chu come in here with your man for? Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me Got a playa open, hopin' you don't make a fool of me (Yeah) Your picture frame belongs inside of my camera I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya [Chorus: Lloyd, Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd] She make me wanna say, say alright I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Now everybody say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (You make me wanna say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Now everybody say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (You know you want to, c'mon) [Verse 2: Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd, Lloyd] Yeah, it goes shawty lemme manage ya I know how to handle ya Forget about your boyfriend, mami, he's a amateur, baby There go the paparazzi, smile for the camera (Ahh) Say cheese and throw up the YBs (YBs) Body picture perfect, I know how to work it Only for a small fee cause you're managed by me Started with rosé then took it to Don P Ran outta Don P so we [?] fakely See them other dudes lose cause they ain't smooth like me They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me True Religion Jeans with a v-neck tee Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me (Like me) So we took 'em both to the beach Me and the boy Lloyd, threw 'em on Jet Skis (Then) Then to the suite 'cause I know how to handle ya I don't wanna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya [Pre-Chorus 2: Lloyd & Yung Berg] I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up Speakers knock, let the block down when we pullin' up I see you movin' around on the dance floor Baby, what'chu come in here with your man for? Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me Got a playa open, hopin' you don't make a fool of me (Yeah) Your picture frame belongs inside of my camera [Chorus 2: Lloyd, Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd] I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (She make me wanna say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Now everybody say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (You make me wanna say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Now everybody say, say alright) I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya Shawty say [?] (I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya) Yeah, introduce you to this game, step your cookin' up (I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya) You ain't gotta be afraid, shawty back it up 'cause I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya See, you only have is nice smile without the black and white and I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya (I don't wanna be your boyfriend) [Outro: Lloyd & Yung Berg] Although I've got it bad for ya (It's ya boy Berg) I hope you understand that (Lloyd) I can be your manager (I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, lemme manage ya) But I can't be your man, no