[Intro: Yung Berg]

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, let me manage ya (Collipark; Yungin)

[Verse 1: Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd]

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 writin'

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 hang my posters, how they put no one above me

See now I'm livin' lovely

My girl got a buggy

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

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

Redbone 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 (Yungin)

[Pre-Chorus: Lloyd & Yung Berg]

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

Speakers knock, let the block down when we pullin' up (Chyeah)

I see you movin' around on the dance floor

Baby, what'chu come in here with ya man for?

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

Got a playa open, hopin' you don't make a fool of me (Yeah)

Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera

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

[Chorus: Lloyd, Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd]

She make me wanna say, say alright

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Now everybody 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 (Now everybody say, say alright)

And I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya (You know you want to, c'mon)

[Verse 2: Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd, Lloyd]

Yeah, it goes shawty, lemme manage ya

I know how to handle ya

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

There go the paparazzi, smile for the camera (Ah)

Say cheese and throw up the YBs (YBs)

Body picture perfect, I know how to work it

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

Started with rosé then took it to Don P

Ran outta Don P so we move fakely

See them other 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 tee

Make your best friend say she want a dude like me (Like me)

So we took 'em both to the beach

Me and the boy Lloyd, threw 'em on Jet Skis

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

I don't wanna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Yungin)

[Pre-Chorus: Lloyd & Yung Berg]

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

Speakers knock, let the block down when we pullin' up

I see you movin' around on the dance floor

Baby, what'chu come in here with ya man for?

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

Got a playa open, hopin' you don't make a fool of me (Yeah)

Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera

[Chorus: Lloyd, Yung Berg, Yung Berg & Lloyd]

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya (She make me wanna say, say alright; Manage ya)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya (Now everybody say, say alright; Just wanna manage you, oh baby)

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 (Now everybody say, say alright; I just wanna manage you, girl)

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

[Bridge: Yung Berg, Lloyd, Yung Berg & Lloyd]

Shawty say you'll do good if you listen up (I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya)

Yeah, introduce you to this game, step ya cookin' up (I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya)

Uh, 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 is nice smile without the black and white and I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya (I don't wanna be ya boyfriend)

[Outro: Lloyd & Yung Berg]

Although I've got it bad for ya (It's ya boy Berg)

I hope you understand that (Lloyd)

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

But I can't be your man, no