Surf - Mans Lyrics

She hit me up I got plans Left the bank and i did the money dance
He off coke He off xans Get your mans Get your mans
Too much guap on me cant fit no rubber band How you hate on me when you was just a fan
He off coke He off xans Get your mans Get your mans

Who is he? Get your mans Keep that heat on me i might just catch a tan
It's only me Don't need no friends I ain't counting buddies i be counting bands
(Hey Hey!)
Stuffed crust backwoods i be facing that M3 BM dub i be racing that Number nine, Margiela i be draped in that I done made my mind up ain't no changing that
I done ran this guap up, ain't no taking that yeah They been sleep on me too long, ain't no taking naps You the type to buy a fit then go take it back
I'm the type to buy a fit dont even look at tags

She hit me up I got plans Left the bank and i did the money dance
He off coke He off xans Get your mans Get your mans
Too much guap on me cant fit no rubber band How you hate on me when you was just a fan
He off coke He off xans Get your mans Get your mans

I dont like the way these niggas switch like clothes We come through with sticks like G.I. Joe
(Yeah)
Walking down the block like fee fi fo Bad bitches model bitches yeah we like those
They just wanna know what kind of weed i smoke Stuffed crust russian cream yeah we light those
Please come get your man cause he fucking up the flow Fuck boys lying niggas yeah we fight those
I don't even think he should keep being a rapper He should be a firefighter cause he like smoke
I don't even think he should keep being a rapper He should be comedian cause he like jokes

She hit me up I got plans Left the bank and i did the money dance
He off coke He off xans Get your mans Get your mans
Too much guap on me cant fit no rubber band How you hate on me when you was just a fan
He off coke He off xans Get your mans Get your mans