Ay I gotta talk to just the two of you
Let's start a band, I can manage you and you
Take a fee percentage like a 22
And you can bet that when we through everybody screw with you
Don't mean pipin' that, hypin' that, they'll be typin' that
M2M, they in demand, you bet I'd bet my life on that
You from Norway that's a doorway to be writin' back
Superstar's Sunkist, I just want a Slice of rap
Sign the dotted line, bodied the body of time
Copy no sloppy sucka's, a coffee and Smuckers is fine
Cluckin' on lucky f*ckers, we cuttin' the blubber and find
You a brand, read the line, never undermine
In public it's undefined, but understand
You won't pop Molly, you don't cop Xan
And you take the trolley only where the paps stand
You got bodied in Armani by the top man
No retention, extension the brand honest
If Jesus sells, what the hell, you could be a goddess
Quan the man with branding I got Rich Homie diamonds
Know we're going in that's a Rich Homie promise
Rich Homie tonic, Rich Homie cellos
Sippin' cocoa, Rich Homie marshmallows
Rich Homie ring but your bitch know me well though
They ain't listening, world tour, leggo bail, mo
You got a double-header, better cheddar
So you better serve words like you were Roger Federer
Blur to the next curve, Jersey to western
Turn to the lectern servin' your best burn
Braced for combat you got hitters with clips
Sign a contract now you in a HitClip
No MP3 sent to me, shit shit like that meant you rentin' free
The Pentium lendin' 3, slow tension your destiny
On top pop bottles, buzzin' is worthless
Return to Bloomingdale's, 200 proof of purchase
Got work this week, sent your chore boy
Backseat of the limo rippin' chore boys
Copper on the floor mat, stringy stringin' on that
Watch your step, momma's back, you been on crack
Nothin' wrong that, long as you stay on track
Longer than your honor sat, honor she was gonna rat
Platinum gat cappin' foes, ain't clappin' for gold
Pray you get sober before you get old
RIAA 12 steps then you go low
Got a day rate, candy paint; pay in Rolos
Love a new avenue if it's havin' you
Got back up, you packin' for 2, act up you lackin' a rule
Practically actin' a fool, spat in the face above you
Dirties gonna Dove a scrubber, all these lovers lovin' you
Sbn3 - Pop Management Lyrics
Sbn3 - Pop Management Lyrics
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Ay I gotta talk to just the two of you
Let's start a band, I can manage you and you
Take a fee percentage like a 22
And you can bet that when we through everybody screw with you
Don't mean pipin' that, hypin' that, they'll be typin' that
M2M, they in demand, you bet I'd bet my life on that
You from Norway that's a doorway to be writin' back
Superstar's Sunkist, I just want a Slice of rap
Sign the dotted line, bodied the body of time
Copy no sloppy sucka's, a coffee and Smuckers is fine
Cluckin' on lucky f*ckers, we cuttin' the blubber and find
You a brand, read the line, never undermine
In public it's undefined, but understand
You won't pop Molly, you don't cop Xan
And you take the trolley only where the paps stand
You got bodied in Armani by the top man
No retention, extension the brand honest
If Jesus sells, what the hell, you could be a goddess
Quan the man with branding I got Rich Homie diamonds
Know we're going in that's a Rich Homie promise
Rich Homie tonic, Rich Homie cellos
Sippin' cocoa, Rich Homie marshmallows
Rich Homie ring but your bitch know me well though
They ain't listening, world tour, leggo bail, mo
You got a double-header, better cheddar
So you better serve words like you were Roger Federer
Blur to the next curve, Jersey to western
Turn to the lectern servin' your best burn
Braced for combat you got hitters with clips
Sign a contract now you in a HitClip
No MP3 sent to me, shit shit like that meant you rentin' free
The Pentium lendin' 3, slow tension your destiny
On top pop bottles, buzzin' is worthless
Return to Bloomingdale's, 200 proof of purchase
Got work this week, sent your chore boy
Backseat of the limo rippin' chore boys
Copper on the floor mat, stringy stringin' on that
Watch your step, momma's back, you been on crack
Nothin' wrong that, long as you stay on track
Longer than your honor sat, honor she was gonna rat
Platinum gat cappin' foes, ain't clappin' for gold
Pray you get sober before you get old
RIAA 12 steps then you go low
Got a day rate, candy paint; pay in Rolos
Love a new avenue if it's havin' you
Got back up, you packin' for 2, act up you lackin' a rule
Practically actin' a fool, spat in the face above you
Dirties gonna Dove a scrubber, all these lovers lovin' you
Let's start a band, I can manage you and you
Take a fee percentage like a 22
And you can bet that when we through everybody screw with you
Don't mean pipin' that, hypin' that, they'll be typin' that
M2M, they in demand, you bet I'd bet my life on that
You from Norway that's a doorway to be writin' back
Superstar's Sunkist, I just want a Slice of rap
Sign the dotted line, bodied the body of time
Copy no sloppy sucka's, a coffee and Smuckers is fine
Cluckin' on lucky f*ckers, we cuttin' the blubber and find
You a brand, read the line, never undermine
In public it's undefined, but understand
You won't pop Molly, you don't cop Xan
And you take the trolley only where the paps stand
You got bodied in Armani by the top man
No retention, extension the brand honest
If Jesus sells, what the hell, you could be a goddess
Quan the man with branding I got Rich Homie diamonds
Know we're going in that's a Rich Homie promise
Rich Homie tonic, Rich Homie cellos
Sippin' cocoa, Rich Homie marshmallows
Rich Homie ring but your bitch know me well though
They ain't listening, world tour, leggo bail, mo
You got a double-header, better cheddar
So you better serve words like you were Roger Federer
Blur to the next curve, Jersey to western
Turn to the lectern servin' your best burn
Braced for combat you got hitters with clips
Sign a contract now you in a HitClip
No MP3 sent to me, shit shit like that meant you rentin' free
The Pentium lendin' 3, slow tension your destiny
On top pop bottles, buzzin' is worthless
Return to Bloomingdale's, 200 proof of purchase
Got work this week, sent your chore boy
Backseat of the limo rippin' chore boys
Copper on the floor mat, stringy stringin' on that
Watch your step, momma's back, you been on crack
Nothin' wrong that, long as you stay on track
Longer than your honor sat, honor she was gonna rat
Platinum gat cappin' foes, ain't clappin' for gold
Pray you get sober before you get old
RIAA 12 steps then you go low
Got a day rate, candy paint; pay in Rolos
Love a new avenue if it's havin' you
Got back up, you packin' for 2, act up you lackin' a rule
Practically actin' a fool, spat in the face above you
Dirties gonna Dove a scrubber, all these lovers lovin' you
Writer: Sbn3
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