Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Mhm
(That’s my man)
[Chorus]
That’s my man, that’s my man, he gon’ throw it, I demand
1, 2, 3, I do a spin, land pretty on his hand
Up and down, up and down, watch it drop then bring it back
Shack that ass, make it clap, hear it snap, hear it smack
That’s my man, that’s my man, he investin’ in a baddie
Spend his money, spend his money, make him braggy, make him happy
Broke niggas don’t get to hit, they just watch from the side
He a boy with the bag, I’m the prize he can buy
[Verse 1]
Walk in, lights low, I’m the headline, boy
He pay rent, pay nails, I just smile, enjoy
He like “turn around, baby,” I obey that command
I go up and down slow, then I snatch his whole plan
Throw a stack, I bend back, got him pressed in the booth
He like drama, I’m the show, and I dance on the truth
He say “keep it, you deserve it,” when I sit on his lap
I just laugh, arch fast, then I make it all clap (hey)
[Chorus]
That’s my man, that’s my man, he gon’ throw it, I demand
1, 2, 3, I do a spin, land pretty on his hand
Up and down, up and down, watch it drop then bring it back
Shack that ass, make it clap, hear it snap, hear it smack
That’s my man, that’s my man, he investin’ in a baddie
Spend his money, spend his money, make him braggy, make him happy
Broke niggas don’t get to hit, they just watch from the side
He a boy with the bag, I’m the prize he can buy
[Verse 2]
Got a roll in my purse, that’s his name on the wrap
He say “please don’t leave,” every time that I snap
He a trick, I’m the treat, like it’s always first of the month
Broke boy talkin’ loud, but his pockets in a slump
I need credit card heavy, I need flight on a whim
If he scared of that swipe, then I’m ghostin’ the rim
Only VIP time, only tables with a view
If you ain’t spendin’ that money, then this show ain’t for you (uh)
[Chorus]
That’s my man, that’s my man, he gon’ throw it, I demand
1, 2, 3, I do a spin, land pretty on his hand
Up and down, up and down, watch it drop then bring it back
Shack that ass, make it clap, hear it snap, hear it smack
That’s my man, that’s my man, he investin’ in a baddie
Spend his money, spend his money, make him braggy, make him happy
Broke niggas don’t get to hit, they just watch from the side
He a boy with the bag, I’m the prize he can buy
[Outro]
That’s my man, that’s my man (yeah)
Up and down on demand
Spend his money while I dance
Broke niggas don’t get a chance
Style
raphardstrip-club-ready trap beatsticky lead synth and booming low-endfemale vocals with a smugplayful bite. verses stay tight and rhythmiclots of negative space around the punchlines; hook explodes with stacked chants and ad-libs. occasional chopped vocal fills between phrases; mix leans heavy on low mids and crisp hi-hats for head-nod swagger.
Prompt
Write me a song using the words that’s my man that’s my man, boy, money, baddie, shack that ass, make it clap, 1, 2, 3, up and down up and down, spend his money, broke niggas don’t get to hit, rap
Credits
Prompt by
IndieBanger99
IndieBanger99GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
ModelAria v5
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