Lyrics Man Of The Year - Cashius Green

I make a good amount of money
With this cool lil hustle
That I got right here
Everyday′s a new story to tell
I fall asleep feel like the man of the year
Got her talkin to me nice
Take a lil advice
Bitch everything got a price

Hadda catch this bitch
Slippin I ain't even need the extra lube
It′s more then 2 seats
In this whip
And the car got extra room
Og taught me Houdini the clips
And won't find a exit wound
Four blunts big as titanic mufflers
We smoking vertical
You 50 toes down
What are those to a stampede
100 something legs
And I ain't worried bout no damn feet
You real big on the web
And the city ain′t ever heard of you
Them guns can′t shoot the gram
Nobody scared of you
The proper marijuana get twisted up with the fronto
Hit miami with da camp
Clear wraps puffin iguanas
All these packs got the vacuum sealed tax
I Need an Oreck
Or I'll send my white hoe
To your crib lookin for
Porridge
In this 30 floor condo
Water like Redondo
The devil on my shoulder
Said that angel just a side hoe
Cuz wifey never clicked
Like Adam Sandler
Ima got bath and body a bitch
Might scoop up
Chelsea handler

I make a good amount of money
With this cool lil hustle
That I got right here
Everyday′s a new story to tell
I fall asleep feel like the man of the year
Got her talkin to me nice
Take a lil advice
Bitch everything got a price