Man of the Year
I'm the man of the year
Women love me cause I'm so debonair
Turn a bad bitch to a maniac
She a Brainiac, in the Maybach
Throw that cash, then I make her throw it back
In my bag feeling like a lumber Jack
Damn why my hand got to cramp
Oh, it's from counting all these bands
Why these niggas so jealous
If they really had money, then these niggas be zealous
I ain't riding with you niggas, I might need me a helmet
And I keep da nine on me, right next to my pelvis
Yea the whip so clean, it's all white like Elvis
All this money out here, I won't even be selfish
Man, these bitches like roaches, let me grab my repellent
I don't even know these hoes and they wanna get pregnant
I be hustling
Cause I remember back when I ain't have nothing
I was struggling everyday tryna budget
Now I spend on what I want, I be like fuck it
I'm the man of the year
Women love me cause I'm so debonair
Turn a bad bitch to a maniac
She a Brainiac, in the Maybach
Throw that cash, then I make her throw it back
In my bag feeling like a lumber Jack
Damn why my hand got to cramp
Oh, it's from counting all these bands
Women love me cause I'm so debonair
Turn a bad bitch to a maniac
She a Brainiac, in the Maybach
Throw that cash, then I make her throw it back
In my bag feeling like a lumber Jack
Damn why my hand got to cramp
Oh, it's from counting all these bands
Why these niggas so jealous
If they really had money, then these niggas be zealous
I ain't riding with you niggas, I might need me a helmet
And I keep da nine on me, right next to my pelvis
Yea the whip so clean, it's all white like Elvis
All this money out here, I won't even be selfish
Man, these bitches like roaches, let me grab my repellent
I don't even know these hoes and they wanna get pregnant
I be hustling
Cause I remember back when I ain't have nothing
I was struggling everyday tryna budget
Now I spend on what I want, I be like fuck it
I'm the man of the year
Women love me cause I'm so debonair
Turn a bad bitch to a maniac
She a Brainiac, in the Maybach
Throw that cash, then I make her throw it back
In my bag feeling like a lumber Jack
Damn why my hand got to cramp
Oh, it's from counting all these bands
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Writer(s): Quamenot Jones
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