(Chorus – K Camp & Travis Scott)
Bi**h 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 till 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
B*tch 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 till I’m finished
(Verse 1 – French Montana)
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 beemer
Ni**a 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 bi**h she’s a millionaire
(Chorus – K Camp & Travis Scott)
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
Bi**h 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 till I’m finished
Bi**h I’m the man in my city
I see how they play and I get it
I don’t say much but I’m with it
(Verse 2 – Big Sean)
If you talking reckless, I’d check it
She sent a text I ain’t check it, I’m sorry
That 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 this city, like that bi**h 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 f**ked up decisions
F**k a double cup, I want double commission
Streets feel my s**t 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
(Repeat 2nd Chorus)
