Man Of My City – French Montana ft. Big Sean, K Camp y Travis Scott

Woo!
Ayy

Hah
Bitch, I’m the man in my city
I see how they play and I get it (8-8-8-808 Mafia, 8-8-8-808 Mafia, 808 Mafia)
I don’t say much but she with it (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Young, wild, and free ‘til I’m finished
Down all the drugs you can handle
Blow up the holes in the roof
Light up the sky like a candle
Flashing lights out of the blue
Hah
Bitch, I’m the man in my city
I see how they play and I get it
I don’t say much but she with it
Young, wild, and free ‘til I’m finished

Shaking that dice and I gamble
Start from the bottom and scramble
The coupe got no top like a sandal
Pass me the rock I got handle
Money never fold up
Pull up in that Bimmer
Nigga buy the whole lot
Now I’m drinking lean
Yeah we smoking weed and baby we don’t mean it
When we pull up in the boat, Titanic, La Marina, god damn
When I hit it from the back and do the toe wop
Cutting up the dope and keep the door locked
I be getting to this money baby, no lie
Ask me no questions, I won’t tell you no lie
Han, southside we in this
Smoking I be drinking brain gone no ceiling here
Pull up in that drop, no ceiling here
Ask my last bitch she’s a millionaire

Down all the drugs you can handle
Blow up the holes in the roof
Light up the sky like a candle
Flashing lights out of the blue
Hah
Bitch, I’m the man in my city
I see how they play and I get it
I don’t say much but she with it
Young, wild, and free ‘til I’m finished
Bitch, I’m the man in my city
I see how they play and I get it (Straight up! Sean Don)
I don’t say much but I’m with it

If you talking reckless, I check it
She sent a text, I ain’t check it, I’m sorry
The head ain’t even worth the headache
Focused on the mathematics no electives
The man of my city like I got elected
I run through the city like that bitch a finish line
Power, respect, yeah, I like ‘em both intertwined
Text from my momma, all it say is, ‘Get it, Sean’
Okay, I got it, yeah, I made some fuc*** up decisions
Fuck a double cup, I want double commission
Streets feel my shit like a head-on collision
Your girl in my whip, making head-on decisions
My ex could write a book, a tell-all edition
It’d be a best seller, make enough to take care of her, her best friends and the rest of her children
‘Cause even some good girls got super head in them

Down all the drugs you can handle
Blow up the holes in the roof
Light up the sky like a candle
Flashing lights out of the blue
Hah
Bitch, I’m the man in my city
I see how they play and I get it
I don’t say much but she with it
Young, wild, and free ‘til I’m finished