French Montana - Man Of My City lyrics

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French Montana - Man Of My City lyrics

[Chorus] 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 d** you can handle Blow up the holes in the roof Light up the sky like a candle Flashing lights out of the blue b**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 [Verse 1] Shaking that dice and I gamble Start from the bottom and scramble The coupe got no top like a sandal Pa** 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] Down all the d** 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] 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]