Im Da Man chords by Che Merk

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Verse 1
Dm 
I   know it's that bitch though,
I'll make sure all this cock gets rolled up
Am 
Bottles get them poppin',
Dm 
everybody get pulled up
Man, you should already know
I'm the motherfuckin' bae,
motherfuckin' man
I'm the motherfuckin' bae,
motherfuckin' man
Two shots for these bitches,
two shots for my niggas
One shot on Red Apple,
Red Apple doin' better
She stepped on the spot
and they know the man
Am 
None of  these niggas
Dm 
can do what I can
Made it come up, serving the grams
Am 
Dm 
Call me drum major, I'm Austria Vance
Oh my god, I'm so damn fly
See your lord, I'm so damn high
To be me is what they all try
I'll be the man today I die
Grew up with the man
Learned to serve from the man
Always knew I would come up
And one day I would be the man
Now these women say they love me
These niggas seem to hate me
C 
Dm 
Feelin' so calm, can't stop,
in demand lately
Givin' shots to her back,
Am 
givin' shots to that liquor
Dm 
Givin' shots from that 4 -5
Am 
to any hat in' ass niggas
Dm 
Middle fingers up, don't
get no fucks
Tell them haters just to fluff
Pour me a cup and roll me a blunt
This a wild life nigga, let's get fucked up
5 G's on my skin
before I can even get dressed
Yeah, I take my shirt off
Am 
and all these women lose they breath
Dm 
All I know is grind,
came up from rags to the riches
Now I'm givin' champagne showers
out to all the baddest bitches
Hold up
C 
Dm 
All I know is pack this door up
Make sure all this pack gets rolled up
Am 
Bottles get to poppin',
Dm 
everybody get poured up
Man, you should already know
I'm a motherfuckin' man,
motherfuckin' man
Am 
Dm 
Am 
Dm 
I'm a motherfuckin' man,
motherfuckin' man
Three shots for these bitches, whoa
Two shots for my niggas, whoa
One shot I would have if I could have a gun
But I'm in the club, fuck it man
I mean can't you tell?
Shit, look at how I'm dressed
Now, look at all they faces
See, how they so impressed
Am 
Dm 
See, how she so interested
When I show my chest,
let her count my tats
Throw it back or get thrown
back
You fuck with the best,
only you should know that
Don't fuck with broke niggas
Am 
That call you collect
Dm 
My niggas gettin' money
Am 
and they call me connect
Dm 
No Green Bay with this Pac Nation
Hell, it's Jays that I'm facin'
I'm on the grind, gettin' on a level
I'm on the clock, go check the schedule
Jays on my feet, polo on my body
Your bad bitch right beside me,
a couple goons right behind me
I drink so rock out the bottom, mixed
Patron with my rosé
Okay, y flexin' this Roland,
Am 
Dm 
these diamonds make her get holy
She like, oh my God, and there he go
I can turn a good girl to a ho,
she tell you what she won't do
Am 
Dm 
And she tell me how she want to,
Am 
Dm 
Am 
I've been down and
Dm 
I made it up
Went down to Ken and I made it up
And they talk the shit that they made up
This real life, I got faith for what?
All I know is pack this dough up
Make sure all this pack gets rolled up
Am 
Bottles get to poppin',
Dm 
C 
Dm 
everybody get poured up
Man, you should already know
I'm the motherfuckin' man,
motherfuckin' man
Am 
Dm 
I'm the motherfuckin' man,
motherfuckin' man
Two shots for these bitches
Two shots for my niggas
Am 
Dm 
One shot I would have her for
Whoever doing better
I'm the love clock in my