[Verse 1: Lil Mosey & YK Osiris]
Goddamn, I feel like the man
Freshman of the year, I woke up like the man
Never poppin' Xans, 'cause they killin' me, damn
When you got the money, they be tryin' be your friend
Okay, this a lame ass beat
Walk up on your bitch, my dick eight feet deep
Why he talking out his lip? He know ain't shit sweet
Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' sweep
Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?)
Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?)
Ayy, swervin 'round with cake (What?)
Ayy, dropped out, no I didn't graduate man

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I feel like the man, I feel like the man
I feel like the man, I feel like the man
I feel like the man, I feel like the man

[Interlude 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Real hot girl shit, aah

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Bitch, I'm with your man, tryna see what the hit for
Post a new pic for a bitch I'ma shit on
Big bag talk, make that little money get gone
I love cash, I be in the back, tryna get it on
I'm gettin' money, I ain't even mad atcha'
Rich bitch shit, I'm might throw a bag atcha'
Speakin' on my name only make it sound better
Your n***a in my DM, and he write love-letters
Say that booty looking softer than Hawaiian rolls
I be in the gym, I'm your girls' body-goals
Flexin' on the gram do it for the mad hoes
Everything I do they watchin' me like I'm on parole
Couple of these bitches n***as on my block list
Drop a screenshot if I wanna start shit
I ain't fucked your man, that ain't how I rock sis'
I just took him to the bank to make a deposit, aah