Reproduced by @IDBeatz - Where Ya At lyrics

[Intro: C.LEAN] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (A minute and 48 seconds) Gutter, word to your mother [Verse: C.LEAN] Bad b**hes getting money And they f**ing looking stupid when they come around me I got three bad b**hes and they all wanna f** And they love how my sound meets their ears God damn! God damn I'm the man God damn I got hella fans, God daaaammmn And you know I'm the f**ing man When I walk through the door they be like aye That n***a got paper Put a now-or-later in the sprite I drink it now-and-later God damn it got some good favor, flavor It got that flavor that a n***a like to savor God damn, I'm the man I'm the man, green eggs and hams, I do not like it sam You don't even know, Imma pro How I roll, I roll some move, smooth move I'm like Will and Axel Will and Axel, you are such an a**hole Plus I'm getting cashflow, if you wanna ask so n***as looking stupid they don't ask though God damn I got pa**ports Pa**port, I fly to Columbia for a day Smoke me some chief then I fly back away With my bro, f** what they say Making all this paper and you know I fly away God damn I'm the man call me Chris Cringle I'm making pringles and I'm coming with a brand new single I got a jingle for the f**ing Christmas time Know I'm on my rhyme, one of a kind Sprite, lemon, lime with the cherry, with the grape That's that active, that's that f**ing active b**h I stay active run track b**h I stay active run track b**h I stay active plus I'm black