Lyrics He The Man - Don Q

Stones all in the watch, told my jeweler, "Freeze the hand"
Leave the kids in shock, they like, "Aye, he the man"
Pull up on your block in the 8-seater van
When the windows drop, vacate, leave the land
Cool the work off (with what?) AC or fan
When it turn off, you gotta scrape what's in the pan
I'm in Bergdorf, I came to play with 20 grand
I get turned off if she don't take it on demand

If I can remember, I got some thotties that's on the agenda
Put some in the truck, they get a pass, if they wanna fuck on the sprinter
You comin' for us? They got you gassed, lil nigga you just a beginner
I always come in the clutch, I never pass, they know I'm the one that deliver
I keep a cup, I'm a sipper (yeah), I'm not a cuddle or kisser (yeah)
You wanna cuff and defend her, I'd rather pick up another contender (yeah)
I Louie'd the trunks for the summer (yeah), I Gucci the bubble for winter
I hit the club in a Hummer, the burners is tucked when I enter
I don't trust public defenders (yeah), they only wanna convict us
I know some homies that had 'em (what happened?) and they ain't free none of my niggas
We come in the building, you know that them broke niggas gon' evacuate (evacuate)
All this work that we put in, we the ones you should come and congratulate

Stones all in the watch, told my jeweler, "Freeze the hand"
Leave the kids in shock, they like, "Aye, he the man"
Pull up on your block in the 8 seater van
When the windows drop, vacate, leave the land
Cool the work off (with what?) AC or fan
When it turn off, you gotta scrape what's in the pan
I'm in Bergdorf, I came to play with 20 grand
I get turned off if she don't take it on demand

I ain't takin' no chances with regular bitches, I'm raisin' my standards
Celebrity status, the reason she lettin' me smash, I'm takin' advantage
It's nothin' against you, the way that I'm living, I ain't that romantic
I love your ambition, she studyin' business and stay on the campus
This ain't a test, but lemme exam it (exam it)
I bet I always get a high grade (high grade)
Smokin' on high-grade, it's kinda hard to keep my eyes raised
Yeah it's funny how life change, I was born broke, but I'ma die paid (I'ma die paid)

Niggas askin' if we all for real, we got a half a mil in the driveway (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we drew the blueprint, you niggas can happily trace (can happily trace)
All my designer is updated, so I never come fashionably late, yeah
We the ones who hit the strip club and make it look like a charity case
Imagine what I got stacked in the safe, bitch

Stones all in the watch, told my jeweler, "Freeze the hand"
Leave the kids in shock, they like, "Aye, he the man"
Pull up on your block in the 8-seater van
When the windows drop, vacate, leave the land
Cool the work off (with what?), AC or fan
When it turn off, you gotta scrape what's in the pan
I'm in Bergdorf, I came to play with 20 grand
I get turned off if she don't take it on demand