Song Lyrics

What the f*ck a nigga mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean
I just lied to your hoe
Put on autotune and told her I can really sing
Run up on me I'ma squeeze
Packin', count the back end
Then we leave
F*ck the show money, that ain't no money
I make more money sellin' P's

Thank the Lord he blessed me with another plug
So you know I ran off on my other plug
I mix the low ball with OG and drop the ticket
They come get it, I run it up
My niggas be hatin', I smell it on em
I'm duckin' and dodgin' felonies
I would just pull up broad day and start blowin' at you
But I know they gonna tell on me
I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me
But came back with just money on me
I'm fucking these bitches, she just won't stop squirtin' on me
She be suckin' and slurpin' on me
Call up the DaBaby and tell 'em, stop shittin' on me
All this sauce, it be drippin' on me
See me in person and said he look different don't he
Saw my pictures, put kisses on 'em
Can't f*ck with niggas 'cause niggas be switchin' on me
I always saw the bitch in homie
I'm in the mall with my daughter in flip flops
But I still got a pistol on me
I bow my head everyday, I know God with me
But I still keep the rod with me
Two forties feel like the mob with me
F*ck what they talkin' bout - I be like

What the f*ck a nigga mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean
I just lied to your hoe
Put on autotune and told her I can really sing
Run up on me I'ma squeeze
Packin', count the back end
Then we leave
F*ck the show money, that ain't no money
I make more money sellin' P's

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kevin Michael Erondu

The duration of Mr. Clean is 1:56 minutes and seconds.