Man of the Year
Bands up
Bands up
Get your fucking hands up
Feeling like the man of the year
Ain't no answer
Pockets steady getting kinda swole
Now we making moves coast to coast
Good posture gang
Steady going up
Yeah
keep talking shit
We ain't showing love
Yeah
Take one of ours
We going spray the block
Yeah
You know that bomb going
Tick tock
Yeah
I'm just tryna live lavish
Got me a bad bitch
We renting out the Hampton
Oh man she a savage
Went a couple rounds
Now she smoking up my cabbage
That's some shit I ain't having
Now with my boys
In a cabin on acid
Yeah
I think I'm on a bad trip
I think On my way down
But déjà vu keeps happening
Wrap around it
I can't wrap my head around this
This been going on and on for day
Yeah this been going on and on for days
Oh shit
I'm snapping out of it
Back to the money
Here we go again
Fucking with some baddie
Calling me a taxis
Back to the hamptons
Here we go again
Bands up
Bands up
Get your fucking hands up
Feeling like the man of the year
Ain't no answer
Pockets steady getting kinda swole
Now we making moves coast to coast
Good posture gang
Steady going up
Yeah
Keep talking shit
We ain't showing love
Yeah
Take one of ours
We going spray the block
Yeah
You know that bomb going
Tick tock
Yeah
It's going tick tock boom yeah
I hate it when theses motherfuckers try to assume
They going to fog up the room
Yeah
But ima fan out all that
I guess Im asking for the smoke
So don't fall back
Ill have shooters
Come for you
And it won't cost that much
Yeah
Yeah You thinking it's funny
Fucking with my money
And when you throwing shade
Best believe I'll make it rain
And when it rains
It's going pour
Yeah they'll always be some haters
At the door
Clean sweep 4 peat
Like a choir
I'm
So blessed
Maybe I should pray more
Rolly on my wrist
Yeah
Party at the ritz
Yeah
Going up like a first draft pick
Didn't want to see me win
So get off my dick
Yeah
Bands up
Bands up
Get your fucking hands up
Feeling like the man of the year
Ain't no answer
Pockets steady getting kinda swole
Now we making moves coast to coast
Good posture gang
Steady going up
Yeah
Keep talking shit
We ain't showing love
Yeah
Take one of ours
We going spray the block
Yeah
You know that bomb going
Tick tock
Yeah
Bands up
Get your fucking hands up
Feeling like the man of the year
Ain't no answer
Pockets steady getting kinda swole
Now we making moves coast to coast
Good posture gang
Steady going up
Yeah
keep talking shit
We ain't showing love
Yeah
Take one of ours
We going spray the block
Yeah
You know that bomb going
Tick tock
Yeah
I'm just tryna live lavish
Got me a bad bitch
We renting out the Hampton
Oh man she a savage
Went a couple rounds
Now she smoking up my cabbage
That's some shit I ain't having
Now with my boys
In a cabin on acid
Yeah
I think I'm on a bad trip
I think On my way down
But déjà vu keeps happening
Wrap around it
I can't wrap my head around this
This been going on and on for day
Yeah this been going on and on for days
Oh shit
I'm snapping out of it
Back to the money
Here we go again
Fucking with some baddie
Calling me a taxis
Back to the hamptons
Here we go again
Bands up
Bands up
Get your fucking hands up
Feeling like the man of the year
Ain't no answer
Pockets steady getting kinda swole
Now we making moves coast to coast
Good posture gang
Steady going up
Yeah
Keep talking shit
We ain't showing love
Yeah
Take one of ours
We going spray the block
Yeah
You know that bomb going
Tick tock
Yeah
It's going tick tock boom yeah
I hate it when theses motherfuckers try to assume
They going to fog up the room
Yeah
But ima fan out all that
I guess Im asking for the smoke
So don't fall back
Ill have shooters
Come for you
And it won't cost that much
Yeah
Yeah You thinking it's funny
Fucking with my money
And when you throwing shade
Best believe I'll make it rain
And when it rains
It's going pour
Yeah they'll always be some haters
At the door
Clean sweep 4 peat
Like a choir
I'm
So blessed
Maybe I should pray more
Rolly on my wrist
Yeah
Party at the ritz
Yeah
Going up like a first draft pick
Didn't want to see me win
So get off my dick
Yeah
Bands up
Bands up
Get your fucking hands up
Feeling like the man of the year
Ain't no answer
Pockets steady getting kinda swole
Now we making moves coast to coast
Good posture gang
Steady going up
Yeah
Keep talking shit
We ain't showing love
Yeah
Take one of ours
We going spray the block
Yeah
You know that bomb going
Tick tock
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Serrano
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