[Intro]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand, it's the jam
Just don’t give a damn
Coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Fly to Vegas, get the band
Haters hate me, but they stan
’Cause the things they wish they could they know I can, goddamn
[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin'—coolin’ with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
[Verse 1]
Goddamn, this shit been the plan, do it 'cause I can
Made more money than 99% percent, doin' it like spam
Fuckin’ hand reachin' up at night, I do not give a damn
Spend a lot to make a lot and then we do that shit again
1967 Bronco pull up like I serve that blanco
1-800 made my bank account look like a phone number
Your career goin' under, I'm top five that's alive, that's no lie
You ain't in the conversation, couldn't make it if you tried
If you ain't droppin' shit like all the time
Then people think you died
Shit too easy for my blood, they quick to leave you crucified
Shit ain't work out with my last, TMZ act like I lied
Called Jermaine for some advice
'Cause these people think I'm careless
He said, "Bobby, on the real, man, fuck 'em all
You should care less"
[Chorus]
