Taylor Gang, Chevy Woods, J.R. Donato, Wiz Khalifa - The Man lyrics

What up though this is big Snoop Dogg
Hanging out with DJ Motor Mane
You understand me?
Hit 'em with some of that G shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world
Step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit
And they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

I say they hate to see you come up
They hate to see you hustle but
Them pounds I gotta turn up
I'm flexing all my muscle boy give
Shots you try to run up
Cause I ain't finna tussle I got
Fans way out in London
So dreams do really come true
I'm high as fuck when I come to
Bad bitch tell her come through
Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell
Them no then it's fuck you oh well
Nigga fuck you I'm in this
New coupe and I'm comfortable
Where you're friend I said bring two
Lit with them when ain't nothing to do
Said hell yea I'm the man now
Hell yea I got grams now
Pops still doing real estate
Hell yea he got land now
And I'm bout to be a father too
Don't bother me I won't bother you
Hell yea I got shows to do
Hell yea I got pounds to move gang

Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world
Step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit
And they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

I'm having nightmares feeling it's
Niggas want me dead
Going through it I got niggas in the feds
Sliding in that brand new Benz I
Don't need a lot of friends
I'm just living I know one day it's gon' end
30 bottles foreign models I'm just
Trynna ease the pain
Had a convo with myself to
Never fall in love again
All night till the morning all
We know is get paid
How you fall in love with something that
Won't love you back the same?
Boy them streets them cold yea
Case you didn't know yea
48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea
Pull up on the 'Nolia

Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world
Step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit
And they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

They said they want me to stop
But I ain't stopping no
Wonder where I got these Vans
But they ain't dropping those
I'm eating lobster bisque
Baked at the Pappadeaux
That's my bitch, she your wife
Turned her to a proper hoe
I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes
Every time you turn around
Young Khalifa copping chains
She yours I got the brains, taught the game
Bitches say I'm not a lame
Watch your self out there, these cops insane
They'll do anything to keep
Us off the streets
So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat
And the jewels that I rock turn
These good girls to freaks make 500K a week
Bring my cheese then we speak capeesh?

Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world
Step it up and be a man
(that's cool i do me you do you)
I be feeling like the shit
And they calling me the man
(it's harder than it looks pause)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
(the motherfucking man look at us now)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
(just look at us)