Rags 2 Riches (The Man)

My closet look like Barney's
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm stacking up these trophies
All I ever do is win
I went from rags to riches
They won't ever understand
I guess this what it feels likes
What it feels like to be the man
Woah oh
Now I need like 50 for a show
Cuz I'm the motha fuckin' man
Woah oh
Flexin' I'm surrounded by these hoes
Cuz I'm the motha fuckin' man

I ain't playin'
Coupe 2 seat or the Range
Autopilot yea I'm in my own lane
Double tint wit these YSL Frames
I'm fuckin' her and her bestie
I'm getttin' head in the Tessie
I had them haters against me
Now I skirt off in the Bentley
Now I skirt off like a pilot
Yea I be moving in silence
No they can't do it like I did
I got everything designer yea yea

My closet look like Barney's
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm stacking up these trophies
All I ever do is win
I went from rags to riches
They won't ever understand
I guess this what it feels likes
What it feels like to be the man
Woah oh
Now I need like 50 for a show
Cuz I'm the motha fuckin' man
Woah oh
Flexin' I'm surrounded by these hoes
Cuz I'm the motha fuckin' man



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Writer(s): Vuitton Lennon
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