Manager Lyrics - Look What You Made Me - Yung Berg

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

Yeah, these girls like me 

'Cause I show 'em somethin' icy 

Roll somethin' nicely, make her wanna have a seed 

Hope her son looks like me 

Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin' 

Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it 

Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce 

Mix it all in together, watch a hit drop out 

See we started from the kitchen from the bed to the couch 

Gave her forty five minutes, I was in, then I'm out 

See my mama say I'm lucky, the hood say they love me 

These girls say I'ma put this up, put no one above me 

See now I'm livin' lovely, my girl gotta buddy 

But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me 

And now we pullin' up, see me and the boy Lloyd 

Red bone girls, Lambourghini toys 

Take it to tha flow 'cause I know how to handle ya 

I don't wanna be ya man, I wanna be ya manager 

I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up 

Speakers knockin' the block down when we pullin' up 

I see you movin' around on the dance floor 

Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for? 

Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me 

Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me 

Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(She make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(You make me wanna say, say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(You make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(You make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(You know you want to) 

Yeah, it go, shawty, lemme manage ya 

I know how to handle ya 

Forget about your boyfriend, mami, he's a amateur 

There go the paparazzi smile for the camera 

Say cheese and throw up the YB'z 

Body picture perfect, I know how to work it 

Only for a small fee 'cause you're managed by me 

Started with rosade then took it to Don P 

Ran outta Don P so we vous vecliz 

See them otha' dudes lose 'cause they ain't smooth like me 

They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me 

True religion jeans with a v-neck fee 

Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me 

So we took 'em both to the beach to the beach 

Me and the boy Lloyd threw 'em on jet skis 

Then to the suite 'cause I know how to handle ya 

I don't wanna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up 

Speakers knockin' the block down when we pullin' up 

I see you movin' around on the dance floor 

Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for? 

Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me 

Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me 

Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(She make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(She make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(You make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(You make me wanna say, say, alright) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(Shawty, you can do good if you listen up) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

([Incomprehensible]) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(Ah, you ain't gotta be afraid, shawty, back it up 'cause) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

(See, you only have this smile without the black and white) 

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya 

Although I've got it bad for ya 

(It's ya boy Berg) 

I hope you understand that 

(Lloyd) 

I can be ya manager 

(I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya) 

But I can't be yo man, no