[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe
Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe
Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Just went and got me a Range, I bought the homies a chain
Just took a weekend in Maine, I got no need to complain
Yeah, I'm so far in the wave that when I wave they can't see me 'cause I'm too far away
Need binoculars like you're watching birds, got exotic birds where I lay
One of 'em Venezuelan, with a couple bisexual Asians
Who always be kissin' each other while both of 'em giving me head in my basement
Got 'em all stuck in the web
Bitch, I'm the butter and bread
Monster from under the bed
Fuck what they said
Foot on the gas and I'm running the red
So I'm here to tell 'em why
I'm an enterprise, fully energized
Who am I? I'm that guy, I'm the burger with the fries
I'm the product and supplier
I'm the label and the writer
They gon' hang my jersey up when I retire
Yeah
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe
Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe
Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

[Verse 2: Pete Davidson]
Who am I? I'm the man with the plan, like LeBlanc
Who am I? I'm the man, got that loud up in my trunk
Who am I? I'm the man, your bitch hit me when she drunk
Who am I? I'm the man, smell me comin' like a skunk
Number one on the news and I got no 'Gram
I'm the best off the island since the Wu-Tang Clan
Always changing my number, never knowing where I am
Like the alt-rock genre, got a couple thousand bands
Yeah, let me back it up real quick
Ya'll didn't know I could spit
Speakin' fire like a Peaky Blinder
Got Netflix money, I'm rich
I'm on my shit, stackin' a bigger amount
Countin' my dough as I sit on my couch
While Perez Hilton and the gossip columns
Talkin' shit with my dick in their mouth
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe
Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe
Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky