Ty Dolla $ign - The Man lyrics

Dolla Sign! Mustard on the beat, ho

Pull up in that all white ghost, ghost
Lil' niggas better take notes, notes
Pushaz Ink bitch, we on on
Can't name one car I ain't drove
And I got Mustard on the beat, we good
Christian Louboutin on my feet, cause I could
Take you out the hood if
You really want the wood
Bitch I'm from the Dubs
I ain't never hollywood
Dolla Sign, double cup up, mixing molly
Tights make a skinny bitch the
Life of the party ask me if I'm rolling
Tell the bitch "Probably"
Never gave a fuck, never say "sorry"
Running out of money, never will I do it
I met your bitch, and toot it and boot it
Young Wild & Free, my life is a movie
Everyday freaking, everyday groupies
Indoor jacuzzi, outdoor jacuzzi
Take a bitch down to a rated X movie
All she says is "Louis"
All she says is "Gucci"
Tell her anything, to get in that coochie
And I'm

I'ma be the man for a minute
I'ma be the man for a minute
Let me put the Dolla Sign in it
Let me put the Dolla Sign in it
Oho, Now I don't know what be going on
But them tights make them bitches
Think they got it on (Hahah)
Now I don't know what be going on (JM, huh)
But them tights make them bitches
Think they got it on

Tights and it's lean shit
Red Bottom bitches, no Reeboks
And bitch we got another one
And Mustard on the beat
So I'ma kill it how I kill it
We done did it
Me & Ty done shitted on everyone committed
To every car we driven
To girls with big kittens
To all the hoes we pimping
The studios we're catching
The backyards with backyard
I get it back hard and if she don't want to
Fuck then I'ma jack off
And if the ass too big I'ma smack off
Take the dick out of your mouth
Bitch I'm bout to blast off
3, 2, 1, we're fucking on the couch
I only go raw if the dick was in your mouth
I'ma slim on the nana, I'm Joe Obama
Meals on scama, bitch Sucarana, ahah

I'ma be the man for a minute
I'ma be the man for a minute
Let me put the Dolla Sign in it
Let me put the Dolla Sign in it
Oho, Now I don't know what be going on
But them tights make them bitches
Think they got it on
Now I don't know what be going on
But them tights make them bitches
Think they got it on

Pull up in that all white ghost, ghost
Lil' niggas better take notes, notes
Pushaz Ink bitch, we on on
Can't name one car I ain't drove
And I got Mustard on the beat, we good
I got Mustard on the beat, we good
Bitch I got Mustard on the beat, we good
I'm from the Dubs, I ain't never hollywood
And I

I'ma be the man for a minute
I'ma be the man for a minute
Let me put the Dolla Sign in it
Let me put the Dolla Sign in it
Oho, Now I don't know what be going on
But them tights make them bitches
Think they got it on
Now I don't know what be going on
But them tights make them bitches
Think they got it on