Got Em Goin Iamsu!

[Verse 1]
I'm the man, flyer than a paper plane
You niggas playing, if you dont know HBK the gang
Hit the club, hit the stage, I don't make it rain
But I'm young and get money, so I can't complain
I do what I want, I don't really really care
And I let my duck tail bang like I forgot to cut my hair
I am S U exclamation on that Gucci [?]
I make her drop it to the floor and keep her booty in the air
There's some junk up in your trunk, baby do you got a spare
And the way you move is crazy, I dont think that youre aware
Treat my ladies like my Jordans, yeah, I like them by the pair
I got them hanging in my crib just like a freaking chandelier
Swag stupid, I should put a helmet on me
And I'm always touching cheese like some pepperoni
On some new shit, I need a pamper on me
HBK Gang, bitch stamp it on me, Su

[Hook]
I got em going, I got em going
I got em going, going crazy
I got em going, I got em going
I got em going, going crazy
Got em' going crazy, going crazy
Got em' going crazy, going crazy
Got em' going crazy, going crazy
Got em' going crazy, going crazy