[Chorus: Skooly]
Where's the manager?
I'm the manager
Who's the manager?
Where's the manager?
I eat on her face, then I eat at her waist
I know bitches, they callin' me Hannibal
Fuck up a Phantom, and I didn't finish my dinner
This money is federal, bustin' out of pocket
I gotta walk back to the bank, yeah
Walk back to the bank (Walk back)
Walk back to the bank (Walk back)
Walk back to the bank, yeah
Drinkin' all the lean, I need a four, yeah
Smokin' all the weed, I need a O, yeah
Drinkin' all the lean, I need a four, uh (Don't want no gas or fire)
Smokin' all the weed, I need a O, uh
[Verse 1: Skooly]
Walk back to the bank (Walk back)
Talk back to the bank
No one, no Jackson 5
Talk back to the Franks
Diamonds, talk back to my chain
I bounce back in my lane
I talk back to the bank, ooh
I walk back to the bank
I'm talkin' Evil Knievel
I'm talkin' Leave it to Beaver
Good thing I don't need you either
I got my strut like "Indeed, ah"
Boy, you a bitch and I peeped ya
Bitch, I'm too cold, catch a fever
I'm out here dressed like a Beatle
I do this shit for my people
I'm on that drink and I don't give a fuck what you think
I been stockin' on pinks, uh
Tell me who the man in here, uh, uh
Tell me who the manager, uh, uh
No, I don't pour champagne
You know what it cost, the chain
I need some money, I'm doin' two hundred
And I'm tryin' to stop the pain
Where's the manager?
I'm the manager
Who's the manager?
Where's the manager?
I eat on her face, then I eat at her waist
I know bitches, they callin' me Hannibal
Fuck up a Phantom, and I didn't finish my dinner
This money is federal, bustin' out of pocket
I gotta walk back to the bank, yeah
Walk back to the bank (Walk back)
Walk back to the bank (Walk back)
Walk back to the bank, yeah
Drinkin' all the lean, I need a four, yeah
Smokin' all the weed, I need a O, yeah
Drinkin' all the lean, I need a four, uh (Don't want no gas or fire)
Smokin' all the weed, I need a O, uh
[Verse 1: Skooly]
Walk back to the bank (Walk back)
Talk back to the bank
No one, no Jackson 5
Talk back to the Franks
Diamonds, talk back to my chain
I bounce back in my lane
I talk back to the bank, ooh
I walk back to the bank
I'm talkin' Evil Knievel
I'm talkin' Leave it to Beaver
Good thing I don't need you either
I got my strut like "Indeed, ah"
Boy, you a bitch and I peeped ya
Bitch, I'm too cold, catch a fever
I'm out here dressed like a Beatle
I do this shit for my people
I'm on that drink and I don't give a fuck what you think
I been stockin' on pinks, uh
Tell me who the man in here, uh, uh
Tell me who the manager, uh, uh
No, I don't pour champagne
You know what it cost, the chain
I need some money, I'm doin' two hundred
And I'm tryin' to stop the pain
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