Rich Homie Quan - Man Of The Year Lyrics

See, I walked in with two cups,
feeling like the man of the year
(Man of the year!)
And a broke nigga can’t understand hundred grands
In these pants over here
Picture that I’mma hit her from the back,
with my hands on her hip
(I’mma fuck your bitch!)
And Im smoke out the bag.. but I see your man your way with a zip
..Everybody attention on me, cuz everything I say so real
And that little thirty piece on an AP, got a nigga so chill!
(I’m shining!)
And I got a 100,000 times 5 thats 500, I aint gotta deal
(Half a mil!)
And Now Im drinking lean I ain't being funny when I say I dont drink beer.
(No, nigga!)
Gotta fam that love me I'll die bout them I'll kill
( fam first)
I told my niggas the only rule we got is thats another steal
If they don’t like me, nigga, I really don’t give a fuck how you feel
I’mma tell you out here, they don’t let a bitch feel,
Do you know I keep my jeans filled with money?
(I do!)

You aint never met a nigga like me before!
That pistol on me, I keep it exposed (Fuh, Fuh, Fuh)
I done made a million dollars and I didn’t sell my soul
(I’m rich, nigga!)
Tell a foe that I got it,
And I didn’t even go to college, brand new car and it's robotic
Hey! I can touch one button make the top go back like Hey!
I can say two words, make them panties just drop like Hey!
Them young niggas trigger happy with ¬Ďem guns, they gone, spray!
(Click ,clack ,bang)
And they'll do whatever I say, OK!
Cause I got a brand new car today. She all on my dick, now it’s all in her face
See a nigga getting rich, now she calling out sick
I done got a bitch pregnant with a baby on the way
Say it's time to eat so Im saying my grace
More money, more problems, I was playing that mase, I was.
We’re getting money this way
(Get money!)
You broke, I said it to yo face!

Security ain't talkin bout shit
I done walked in with two cups
Feeling like the man of the year!
I don’t 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 of the year
Get a fan over here, a hundred grands over here!
Oh nigga, and I still spend money that I made like last month, nigga
(All this money!)
With all this money I can do what I want, nigga!
(Do what I want!)
With all this weed I prefer that my blunts are swishers
Ballin too hard on these niggas
Referee blow the whistle
(Bowling, nigga!)
Shoot out with your niggas
You’re the type to throw the pistol!
(Ol' Scary Ass)
If it’s a shoot out with my niggas,
I’m the first to blow the pistol!
(Believe that!)
And I know you kissed her right after I dismissed her
You know I had to keep it in the family
Now im fucking her sister!
Oh shit!
Now her big brother mad cause
He knows she got smashed by the homie
(you in your feelings)
And 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,
shawty need the kissing
It’s been four days, I’mma fuck you like I miss you!
Smoking all that weed, cause you know a nigga got issues
I’ve been locked up twice already
Fucked up my name in the system (twice already)
RIP Teezy bought my first chain, hell yea I remember (RIP Teezy)
If it weren't for you probably wouldn't be here 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 figas
Ain’t nothing lame about me, niggas
I want it, I’m a buy it , don't check the tag nigga
Security ain’t check my bag, nigga!
so I done walked in two cups feeling like the man of the year

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