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Fire Your Manager (feat. Playboi Carti) letra


Yeah, I'm tryna see if she tryna do it, got a mansion on my mind
My ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line
I done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'
Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doing?
What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddy
Said she been on it, drive Aventador and go get money
Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed them broke boy diamonds
That shit tenfold, all these VVSs match my money
She like: Hell no: She with me now, nigga, go get money

Uh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, I serve junkies
Uh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachments
While I just fuck on that ho, I can't look backwards, hol' up
Only two can fit Ferrari passenger, uh, yeah
If you see my account, yeah, fire your manager, okay
'Rari steamin', baby, I'm just high beamin'
Uh, them niggas play in the section, I'll probably tip my team
I heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the lean
Handle it, handle it, I'ma let God handle that for me
Uh, I bought a brand-new car, tryna ship it overseas
Twenty thou' for the Vetement, man, these Vetement clean
Balmain zipper, man, man, my swag mean
I don't feel nothin', I go crazy
Pass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me?
Might get the mob, I'll put some munyun on you, baby (fuck that bitch)
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas, you know I'm brazy
What happened to that trendin' shit? Them niggas over there gettin' lazy
Hold up, hold up, uh, how the fuck they say they made me?
All black, I'm goin' brazy, black Illuminati, baby

PEZ, I'm poppin' my shit on all these fans, girl (huh)
Millie, Rollie presi' diamonds dancing, yeah
Take a PT, vision these pictures to the service spot
Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her Chanel, got her ready to carry a brick
Hey, top of the line, boss up on top of the floor, I been turnin' shit, son
No, they don't know my kind, we gon' hit with that iron, we gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time
Shawty so fine, I'ma play with the fire
I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town
Take a look at my eyes and you know that I'm fried
I gotta roll up my dope out the pound

I stay with my 'vato and pull up like Alto
Model on my body, come find me on the couch
Which one I'm workin'? Don't open your mouth
Fate with the chopper, I'm straight out the North
Tonight it's a problem, Hermes and gettin' her
Keep the caliber all on the calendar, if you see my account, just fire your manager
Hit him back with the shovel, that's
Came out the backside the store and I hit
He gon' try and get whipped like a pot in this ho
Boardin' the jet, takin' off in this bitch
Puttin' that Ferro 8 in the frr-
I'm tightenin' that thread, baby lettin' off with that stick
Baby, the plan, the man, I'm him, shawty, I'll see ya (MASA)

I'm tryna see if she tryna do it, got a mansion on my mind
My ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line
I done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'
Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doing?
What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddy
Said she been on it, drive Aventador and go get money
Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed them broke boy diamonds
That shit tenfold, all these VVSs match my money
She like–

PEZ, I'm poppin' my shit on all these fans, girl (huh)
Millie, Rollie presi' diamonds dancing, yeah
Take a PT, vision these pictures to the service spot
Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her Chanel, got her ready to carry a brick
Hey, top of the line, boss up on top of the floor, I been turnin' shit, son
No, they don't know my kind, we gon' hit with that iron, we gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time
Shawty so fine, I'ma play with the fire
I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town
I gotta roll up my dope out the pound (huh, huh)

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