Man Of The Year

Rich homie?

That's you?

See, I walked in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year

And a broke nigga can't understand hundred grand

In these pants over here

Picture that I'm a hit her from the back

With my hands on her hip

And I'm smokin' out the bag but I see your man with a zip

Everybody attention on me, cause everything I say so real

And that little thirty piece spent on the ap, got a nigga so chill!

And I got a 100, 000 times 5 that's 500, I ain't got a deal

And all I drink is lean I ain't being funny when I say I don't drink beer

Got a fam that love me I'll die about them and I'll kill

I told my niggas the only rule we got is thou shall never steal

If they don't like me, nigga, I really don't give a fuck how you feel

I'm a tell you how it is, they don't let a bitch feel

Do you know I keep my jeans filled with money?

You ain't never met a nigga like me before!

That pistol on me, I keep it exposed

I done made a million dollars and I didn't sell my soul

Tell them folks that I got it

And I didn't even go to college, brand new car and it's robotic

I can touch one button make the top go back like (aye!)

I can say two words, make her panties just drop like (hey!)

The young niggas trigga happy with 'em guns, they gon', spray!

And they'll do whatever I say

Cause I got a brand new car the other day

She all on my dick, now it's all on her face

See a nigga getting rich now she calling off sick

I done got a bitch pregnant with a babe on the way

Say it's time to eat so I'm saying my grace

More money, more problems I was playing that ma$e

We're getting money this way

You broke, I'll say it to your face!

Security ain't talking bout shit

I done walked in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year!

I done walked in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year!

They done let me in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year!

You know I'm the man over here

Get a fan over here, hundred grand over here

Oh nigga, and I still spend money

That I made like last month, nigga

With all this money I can do what I want, nigga!

With all this weed I prefer that my blunts are swishers

Ballin too hard on these niggas

Referee blow the whistle

Shoot out with your niggas

You're the type to throw the pistol!

If it's for shoot out with my niggas

I'm first to blow the pistol!

And I know you kissed her, right after I dismissed her

You know I had to keep it in the family

Now I'm fuckin her sister

(Oh shit!)

Now her big brother mad because

He knows he got smashed by the homie

And I don't need no need no deposit

Cause you know a nigga walking with it on me

And I'm a hit that pussy when it's fresh

Early in the morning

Cause it need the kissing

It's been four days, I'm a fuck you like I miss you!

Smoking all this weed, cause you know a nigga got issues

I've been locked up twice already fucked up my name in the system

Rip teshia bought my first chain, hell, I remember

If it wasn't for you probably wouldn't be

Where I'm at so how can I forget you?

Nigga, I'm still in the hood

I'm still in the trap, I'm still the same nigga!

My momma still live by greenbrier

Ain't nothing changed but the figures

Ain't nothing lame about me, nigga

I want it, I'm a buy it, don't check the tag

Security ain't check my bag, nigga!

I done walked in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year!

I done walked in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year!

They done let me in with two cups

Feeling like the man of the year!

You know I'm the man over here

Get a fan over here, hundred grand over here