Middle Man / Mr. Mister

Ernie, you a fool for this one

Nice than a mother****er

Than a mother****er

These days, bitches be polite

Than a mother****er

Nice than a mother****er

Smile in your face, I'm nice

Than a mother****er

Soon as they thought I fell off

Bitches' true colors shine bright

Than a mother****er

Bright than a mother****er

They hate me 'til they meet me

Then they hype than a mother****er

Hype than a mother****er

That's cool

We was never cool anyway, huh, yeah

That's cool, we was never cool anyway

Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger

Lookin' like we won the SuperBowl anyway

Eeh, eeh, **** what you sayin' to me

You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays

Backstabber on your resumé

Yee, yee, cappin'

And you ain't even got your rent paid

I red the text, what that shit say

I guess I got a short attention span

I learned it

Get it straight from the source

**** the middle man

Huh, oh, you hating

Don't be mad, don't be salty

Don't be bitter, man

I learned it

Get it straight from the source

**** the middle man

Don't got a middle man, middle man

Nice than a mother****er

Than a mother****er

These days, bitches be polite

Than a mother****er

Nice than a mother****er

Smile in your face, I'm nice

Than a mother****er

Soon as they thought I fell off

Bitches' true colors shine bright

Than a mother****er

Bright than a mother****er

They hate me 'til they meet me

Then they hype than a mother****er

Hype than a mother****er

That's cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah

That's cool, we was never cool anyway

Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger

Lookin' like we won the SuperBowl anyway

Huh, look, DJ's say they support

But they still phoney

They don't play my shit

'Less I got Tip on it

They don't play your shit

'Less there's a diss on it

Down to die for this shit

Bet I live for it

For this moment

Had to vent so I hit up the big homie

Bitches don't even buy albums

But bitches still do anything for a deal, homie

Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh

Been in their game, look at how they do, huh

Why do yes mans start off ever sentence

With, "Dog, I wouldn't lie to you"

Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables

Now I'm accomplished

Start what I set out to do

When we off the colors, not insurmountable

Bankroll unaccountable

Down at the phantom blue

Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew

Guess what she's down to do

Roll up a pound or two

Bruh, she already jiggin'

Ain't no turnin' back

I can no longer be held accountable

Why you make all that bitch music

All you play is that bitch music

Call it what you want

But it ain't an anthem to the strippers moving

(But it ain't an anthem to the strippers moving)

I guess I got a short attention span

I learned it

Get it straight from the source

**** the middle man

Huh, oh, you hating

Don't be mad

Don't be salty, don't be bitter, man

I learned it

Get it straight from the source

**** the middle man

Don't got a middle man, middle man

I just put in work, she call me Mister

Yeah, hey Mister

Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen

Mr. Clean, what's the addy

Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy

Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool

Damn that Ice Cube

Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow

Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food

Mr. Bruce Leeroy when they come through

Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School

Finna bust a move

Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules

Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-

Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2

Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon'-Take-Her-Home

But-Left-Her-In-The-Room

Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-

Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool

Mr. Already-Made-It, you can't come around

Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch

Don't make a sound, yeah

I just put in work

She call me Mister (hey Mister)

Get it by the ground, call it Twista

I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture

Look, I'm straight up, she a margarita mixer

Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't never miss her

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands

Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song

Hear the bong, Mr. Chichi Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone

Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone

Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On

Master dome, black Power Ranger

I do not belong

Mr. Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform

Mr. Count-The-Rope

Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns

Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style

I'm just working on my form

Mr. Solo Dolo, no

This ain't no ride along

Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-

Just-Don't-Get-Along

I just brought a couple negros with me

Please don't be alarmed

Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-

And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm

Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up

I'm just waking up

In the clutch, come through

With the clutch, try me, you can touch

Never blink, never lose no sleep

Bitches huff and puff

Claim they running up, who the ****

And we see such and such

I'm not you, I done paid my dues

I do this shit daily

Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. ****-You-Pay-Me

Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now

Now I'm out in Vegas

Mr. If-You-Ain't-With-The-Movement-

Ain't-No-Conversation, preacher

I just put in work

She call me Mister (hey Mister)

Get it by the ground, call it Twista

I'm so lazy

Tell my hoe to get the picture

Look, I'm straight up

She a margarita mixer

Mister, yeah

I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, hold up hold up

I ain't never miss her

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, Bobby Bands, hold up hold up woo