Man of The Year Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Tell a pussy nigga move

Tryna shine bright real bright real bright

Gotta get right get right get right

Me and my dawgs gone put up a fight

Bet I take yo bitch by the end of the night

Take her to the crib this shit really light

Niggas doubt me yeah that's what I like

I don't feel no pressure I don't feel no fright

Chase this just isn't going to work anymore

You don't even make time for me

You're in the studio day and night, writing your little songs

And for what

Your music is shit

How many rappers even make it anyways

Like none

You have nothing going for you

You have no job, no money

You can't even take me out

Chase

Chase are you even listening to me

Yo Chase what you got to say

Yeah

Yeah

Bitch I'm the man of the year

These niggas scared of what I'm becoming

Turned to a monster throw me in the dungeon

Bet on myself always knew I'd be something

They wanna be me but these niggas nothing

On top of this shit and it ain't no discussion

When I pull up this bitch get to jumping

Counting these racks I'm thumbing and thumbing

Bitch I'm so sick this shit is disgusting

Can't talk shit without repercussions

I got shooters their clips get to dumping

They got a drum ain't talking percussion

If we got beef you best get to running

Link with yo bitch and she get to blushing

Link with yo bitch and I get to busting

You dont know me don't make no assumptions

Sign me a deal and spend racks on my ears

Sign me a deal and spend racks on my peers

Sign me a deal and they all gonna cheer

Now they saying CC the man of the year

You niggas talk a lot but I don't hear

God the only one that make me feel fear

You start to get up now they wanna be near

Now they act like you the man of the year

Ball out

Irving

New coupe

Swerve it

Bad bitch

Curve it

Cut shit

Surgeon

These niggas be lurking

Behind the closed curtains

And that's one thing for certain

Run up on the gang they gone leave you hurting

I gotta bitch ass look like Kim K

I gotta bitch wanna fuck me today

But they ain't ever fuck with me back in the day

Now I make money in different arrays

Now I got guap and they all wanna taste

Now they wanna know everything about Chase

Swear all these niggas got more than one face

I'm in the front if this life shit a race

Put a tattoo up on my neck

I'm still getting checks

Fuck nigga wanna feel like me for a sec

Used to be down so now I gotta flex

Used to be broke but now I want baguettes

I got some bitches that text me for sex

These bitches be hoes so I can't expect less

If you say no then they move to the next

Can't wait to see they face when I hop on a jet

Or go to the dealer and drop cash on a vette

Vette so fast that I hope I don't wreck

Got so much drip that I leave the spot wet

Niggas doubt me okay then that's a bet

What I'm finna do so foul they might call a tech

I got you bitch on a leash like a pet

I'm on the come up they ain't ready yet

Sign me a deal and spend racks on my ears

Sign me a deal and spend racks on my peers

Sign me a deal and they all gonna cheer

Now they saying CC the man of the year

You niggas talking a lot but I don't hear

God the only one that make me feel fear

You start to get up now they wanna be near

Now they act like you the man of the year