Where Ya At

[Intro: C.LEAN] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (A minute and 48 seconds) Gutter, word to your mother [Verse: C.LEAN] Bad bitches getting money And they fucking looking stupid when they come around me I got three bad bitches and they all wanna fuck And they love how my sound meets their ears God damn! God damn I'm the man God damn I got hella fans, God daaaammmn And you know I'm the fucking man When I walk through the door they be like aye That nigga got paper Put a now-or-later in the sprite I drink it now-and-later God damn it got some good favor, flavor It got that flavor that a nigga like to savor God damn, I'm the man I'm the man, green eggs and hams, I do not like it sam You don't even know, Imma pro How I roll, I roll some move, smooth move I'm like Will and Axel Will and Axel, you are such an asshole Plus I'm getting cashflow, if you wanna ask so Niggas looking stupid they don't ask though God damn I got passports Passport, I fly to Columbia for a day Smoke me some chief then I fly back away With my bro, fuck what they say Making all this paper and you know I fly away God damn I'm the man call me Chris Cringle I'm making pringles and I'm coming with a brand new single I got a jingle for the fucking Christmas time Know I'm on my rhyme, one of a kind Sprite, lemon, lime with the cherry, with the grape That's that active, that's that fucking active Bitch I stay active run track Bitch I stay active run track Bitch I stay active plus I'm black