Fire Your Manager - YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Playboi Carti: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Playboi Carti

Fire Your Manager

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fire Your Manager was released on July 25, 2025 by Never Broke Again/Motown Records as a part of the album MASA

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Vocals

Playboi Carti

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kentrell Desean Gaulden

Kentrell Desean Gaulden

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

KC Da Beatmonster

KC Da Beatmonster

Producer

Jason "Cheese" Goldberg

Jason "Cheese" Goldberg

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

Yeah, I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mind

Yeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line

I done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'

Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doin'?

What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddy

She said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get money

Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy

Your shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my money

She like, "Hell no, you with me now, ****, go get money”

[Verse 1]

Uh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, I serve junkies

Uh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachments

Yeah, might just spoil the ho, I can't look backwards, I'm like

Uh, only two can fit Ferrari passenger, oh, mm, yeah

If you see my account, you'll fire your manager, okay

'Rari steamin', baby, I'm just high beamin', uh

Them **** play in the section, I'll probably take my team in (Uh)

I heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the lean

Handle that, handle that, I'ma let God handle that for me

Uh, I bought a brand-new car, tryna ship it overseas

Twenty-thou' for these VETEMENTS, man, these VETEMENTS clean

Balmain zipper, man, man, my swag mean

I don't feel numb, I go crazy

Pass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me?

Might hit the mob, I'll put some mun-yun on you, baby (Fuck that)

I don't give a fuck about none of these ****, you know I'm brazy

What happened to that trendin' shit? Them **** over there gettin' lazy

Hold up, hold up, uh, how the fuck they say they made me?

All black, I'm goin' brazy, black Illuminati, baby

[Refrain]

Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (Huh)

Millie, Rollie presi', diamonds dancing, yeah

Take a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport (Sport)

Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her Chanel

Got her ready to carry a Birk', hey (Phew)

Top of the line

Boss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime (Tss)

None of them not my kind, we gon' hit with that iron (Tss, ayy)

We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time (Ayy)

And shawty so fine, I'ma play her the fine (Ayy)

I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town (Ayy)

Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm fried (Haha)

I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2]

I'ma sip with my 'vato and pull up like Alto

Model my body, Cavalli the couch

Which one I'm workin'? Don't open your mouth

Stay with the chopper, I'm straight out the North (Out the North)

I'm full, not just tonight, it's a pile up

Slay that demon with Hermes and get in her

Keep the caliber all around the calendar

If you see my account, you'll fire your manager

Hit him back with the shovel, that's probably how it go

Came out the backside the store and I hit

He gon' try and get whipped like a pot in this ho

Boardin' the jet, takin' off with his bitch

With that 3008 and that vroom

I'm totin' that .308, baby, lettin' off with that stick

Baby, the plan, the man, I'm him (Shawty)

I'll see ya (MASA)

[Chorus]

I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mind

Yeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line

I done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'

Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doin'?

What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddy

She said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get money

Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy

Your shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my money

She like—

[Refrain]

Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (Huh)

Millie, Rollie presi', diamonds dancing, yeah

Take a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport (Sport)

Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her Chanel

Got her ready to carry a Birk', hey (Phew)

Top of the line

Boss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime (Tss)

None of them not my kind, we gon' hit with that iron (Tss, ayy)

We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time (Ayy)

And shawty so fine, I'ma play her the fine (Ayy)

I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town (Ayy)

Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm fried (Haha)

I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (Huh, huh)

Written by: Kentrell Gaulden

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