Man of the year

Man of year
I'm fucking man of the year
Man of year
I'm fucking man of the year
Man of the year
Rich until I die, like I fucking sold my soul
And my pockets got holes like it fucking got a mole
And my phone got hoes on a mother fucking role
Montcleer coat for the snow
Wrist like bed ten , bitch it glow
And I'm too swagged, pants fucking falling off when I'm standing up
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, got my face fuckin' tatted up
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, like I'm fucking miley cyrus
Sippin' codeine like I got coronavirus, ya
And I really get paid from my voice, lil' bitch
Made a hundred thousand cash, I was sittin' on my ass
They can't catch up to my ass
Throwing catch up on her ass
Woah, woah, woah
I'm too high bitch , I'm like woah, woah, woah
The way I'm speeding in this bitch, I got her pussy wet
Take exotic drugs, i'm so high like a fucking jet
I'm a big boss nigga, watch how I'm walking in
Designer I mix and match
I'm rockin' saint laurent
I'm rockin' saint laurent
I could pay your student loan
Could pay your fuckin' rent
Tattoos on my fuckin' arm
Got a montcleer puffer on, I feel like Neil Armstrong
All these fuckin' racks that I keep counting up, I feel like a mafia
I been counting racks all year
Big, big, big, big, diamonds my ear
Money counter keep going beep beep beep
That's all I want to hear
All my friends got black cards , if its not get the fuck outta here
I'm fucking man of the year
I'm fucking man of the year
I'm fucking man of the year
I'm fucking man of the year