Man of the Year

Rich Homie? Thats You? [Intro: Rich Homie Quan] 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’mma 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, cuz 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 thats 500, I ain't got a deal And all I drink is lean I ain't being funny when I say I dont drink beer [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] 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 don't really give a fuck how you feel I’mma 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 [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] 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 [Verse 2] 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 she 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’mma hit that pussy when it’s fresh Early in the morning Cause it need the kissing It’s been four days, I’mma 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 Teezy 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 Greenbriar Ain’t nothing changed but the figures Ain’t nothing lame about me, nigga I want it, Ima buy it, don’t check the tag Security ain’t check my bag, nigga! [Hook]