Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Man of the Year , by - Rich Homie Quan. Release date: 24.03.2014
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Man of the Year |
| Hey |
| Rich Homie? |
| Thats You? |
| Leggo |
| 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 grand |
| In these pants over here (hundred grand nigga) |
| Picture that I’mma hit her from the back |
| With my hands on her hip (Ima fuck yo bitch) |
| And I’m smokin' out the bag but I see your man with a zip (whole pound nigga) |
| Everybody attention on me, cuz everything I say so real (rich homie) |
| And that little thirty piece spent on the AP, got a nigga so chill! |
| (I'm shinin' hoe) |
| And I got a 100,000 times 5 thats 500, I ain’t got a deal (half a mill) |
| And all I drink is lean I ain’t being funny when I say I dont drink beer (nah |
| nigga) |
| Got a fam that love me I’ll die about them and I’ll kill (fam first) |
| I told my niggas the only rule we got is thou shall never steal (rich homie |
| baby) |
| You prolly don’t like, me, nigga, I don’t really give a fuck how you feel (fuck |
| ya) |
| I’mma tell you how it is, they don’t let a bitch feel |
| Do you know I keep my jeans filled with money? |
| (I do) |
| You ain’t never met a nigga like me before! |
| (nah) |
| That pistol on me, I keep it exposed (fa-fa-fa) |
| I done made a million dollars and I didn’t sell my soul (I'm rich bitch) |
| Tell them folks that I got it |
| And I didn’t even go to college, brand new car and it’s robotic (heeeyy) |
| I can touch one button make the top go back like (Aye!)(drop top my whip) |
| I can say two words, make her panties just drop like (Hey!)(drop it shawty) |
| The young niggas trigga happy with ‘em guns, they gon', spray! |
| (click clack |
| bang) |
| And they’ll do whatever I say (okay) |
| Cause I got a brand new car the other day (hey hey hey) |
| 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 (I was) |
| We’re getting money this way (get money) |
| You broke, I’ll say it to your face! |
| (broke nigga get back) |
| Security ain’t talking bout shit |
| I done walked in with two cups |
| Feeling like the man of the year! |
| (hey) |
| I done walked in with two cups |
| Feeling like the man of the year! |
| (feelin' 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 |
| 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 (ballin' nigga) |
| Shoot out with your niggas |
| You’re the type to throw the pistol! |
| (ol' scary ass) |
| If it’s for shoot out with my niggas |
| I’m first to blow the pistol! |
| (belee that) |
| And I know you kissed her (fool), right after I dismissed her (I did) |
| You know I had to keep it in the family (huh?) |
| Now I’m fuckin her sister (oh shit!) |
| Now her big brother mad because |
| He knows she got smashed by the homie (you in yo feelings) |
| And I don’t need no need no deposit |
| Cause you know a nigga walking with it on me (fuck nigga try 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! |
| (hey) |
| Smoking all this weed, cause you know a nigga got issues (I ain’t crazy) |
| I’ve been locked up twice already fucked up my name in the system (twice |
| already) |
| RIP Teezy bought my first chain, hell yeah I remember (RIP Teezy) |
| 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 nigga (nah) |
| Security ain’t check my bag, nigga! |
| So, I done walked in with two cups |
| Feeling like the man of the year! |
| (feelin' like the man of the year) |
| I done walked in with two cups |
| Feeling like the man of the year! |
| (feelin' like the man of the year) |
| I say I done walked in with two cups |
| Feeling like the man of the year! |
| (feelin' like the man of the year) |
| Say I 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 |
| I say I walked in with two cups |
| Feeling like the man of the year |
| Man of the year, hey, them nigga lame over there, I’m the man over here, hey |