Yung Berg Manager Lyrics

Look What You Made Me Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Look What You Made Me
  • 3 Sexy Can I (feat. Ray J)
  • 4 Do That There
  • 5 The Business
  • 6 Interlude
  • 7 Where Do We Go (feat. Twista)
  • 8 Sexy Lady
  • 9 One Night (feat. Trey Songz)
  • 10 Manager
  • 11 Interlude
  • 12 If You Only Knew
  • 13 Outerspace
  • 14 Get Your Number (feat. Amerie)
  • 15 Victory Lap (feat. Collie Buddz)
  • I ain't tryin' to be ya boyfriend, let me manage ya

    [Verse 1: Yung Berg]
    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 goin' like it
    Chi-Town swag wit a A-Town bounce
    Mix in all in together Watch a hit drop out
    See we started from the kitchen, from the bed,
    To the couch
    Gave her 45 minutes I was In
    Then I'm Out
    See my mama say i'm lucky
    The hood say they love me
    These girls (hate the part how i) Put no one above me
    See now i'm livin' lovely
    My Girl Gotta buddy
    But she be trippin out because her girls wanna **** me
    And now we pullin' up, see
    Me and the boy Lloyd
    Red-bone (Girls)
    Lamborghini (Toys)
    Take it to the floor, Cause i know how to handle ya
    I don't wanna be ya man i wanna be ya manager

    [Chorus: Lloyd]
    Know i'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up
    Speakers knockin' the block down wen we pullin' up
    I see you movin' around on the dance floor
    Baby what cha doin' here what cha 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 tryin' to be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya (she make me wanna say)

    [Bridge]
    I ain't tryin' be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
    I ain't tryin' be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
    (You know uou want to)

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, it go shawty lemme manage ya
    I know how to handle ya
    Forget about ur boyfriend mami he's a amateur
    There go the paparazzi smile for the camera
    Say cheese and throw up the YB's (YB's)
    Body Picture perfect
    I know how to work it
    Only for a small fee cause your managed by me
    Started with rosette then took it to Don P
    Ran outta Don P so we vous
    See them other dudes lose cause they ain't smooth like me
    They don't coordinate the jewels wit the shoes like me
    True Religion Jeans wit a v-neck fee
    Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me (Like Me)
    So we took em both to the beach (to the beach)
    Me and the boy Lloyd (boy Lloyd) Threw em on Jet Skis (Skis)
    Then to the suite cause i know how to handle ya
    I ont wanna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

    [Chorus: Lloyd]

    [Bridge: x2]

    I ain't tryin' to be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
    I ain't tryin' to be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

    [Lloyd]
    Although i've git bad for ya (its ya boy berg)
    I hope u understand that (Lloyd)
    I can be ya manager (i ain't tryin' to be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya)
    But i can't be yo man, no

    Written by: Christian Ward, Matthew Pearson, Lloyd Polite, Michael Crooms, Jonathan Bashan Dumas
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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