Chris Brown - I'm Da Man lyrics

[Verse 1: Bow Wow] Uh, put my ex-girlfriend on time out Now I'm with my new b**h, knocking her spine out Rolling up more kush, waitress pa** a bottle though Party with a lot of n***as, keep a couple model hoes I party hard like Charlie Sheen Used to Ferraris, been driving it since 17 Cash Money, Young Money, baby You already know I get it popping, ask your lady Selling out the Garden when I want to like Jay-Z Right now I'm k**ing 'em, broad of hoes, filling 'em Treat 'em like construction sites, you know that I'm drilling 'em Half these rappers soft as f**, I swear to God they ain't fitting in Me and Chris ain't green house In Miami hitting in the club buy the bar out, stunna bring the cars out Hey, where you're coming from Bow? Fresh off the movie set Uh, oh, yeah, there's another check Now these haters upset Rappers twice my age ain't done what I done yet I ain't even done yet, this just the beginning Stepping out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh Yes, I'm the motherf**ing best Walking through life, with no regrets sh**, I ain't tripping, no, you know I be chilling Rico, where you buy that sh**? Doggy got me wigged Yeah, my game up, and you play what? Do something and I dare ya Rearrange your face, and now somebody gotta repair that sh** I'm the best there is and the best there was like Bret Hart, Paul Bart, with no Bart My bank account and my work ethic, that's what setting us apart Heat game, court-side, me and all my n***as Keeping my hands clean, my body guards talk triggers My paper on diamond, your paper on midget f** all my enemies who tend to be telling me sh**, begging me, screaming with they hands out But I don't get no hand out, put me in a room and watch me stand out I'm done talking to these n***as man I'm 'bout to go ahead and talk about Breezy now homie hold me down homie [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Yeah look huh, BBC on my head, f** a n***a, act like a grown up Everybody know you a p**y, little n***a get your soul up n***as say they your friends, Bow Wizzle, that's a real n***a And I'm about to go in, time to k** n***as Y'all wanna talk about naked pics, here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my dick Jewels swang low, and my dick hit the water when I take a piss I'm talking p**no, then I'm outy five Audi hit the uh then I'm blowing like four O's Yeah, in the jacuzzi with four hoes Gotta mix a Nuvo with the no doughs Sleep, gotta pull a all nighter Paper planes, got 'em high like a sky diver Yeah and now I'm f**ing with 'em hood n***as Red and blue n***a, R&B, so what's good n***a? I'm out of line, yup yup, cause I should, n***a Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would n***a Wow, let me calm down All these s**ers mad cause I took they shine now I'm at the top dawg, ain't about to climb down You need to give it up, ain't 'bout to whine down [Verse 3: Bow Wow] Why they all up in my B.I, kush and O, I feel ya Nowadays so stressed out, cause this business will k** ya sh**, we getting real paper, f** haters, f** blogs f** y'all, standing tall, retaliation, sit on y'all Chris is the prince of R&B, me hella prince of hip-hop We got it on lock, and we on tour, that's more who*es Counting money when I get bored, tatted up like a mother f** Swear to God it's too easy, yeah, my neck and wrist freezing, Wizzle or just Bow Weezy? You already know n***a, shout out to the O n***a You know I be repping Smoke cause of depression, homie ain't no question Get rappers the business, just for me to test it, Wizzle [Chorus: Bow Wow] I'm the man in this b**h 'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this b**h, yeah I'm the man in this b**h 'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this b**h