Correction Lyrics Man of The Year by Pasto Flocco

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Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh (Oh)
Yeah, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pop a n***a like?a?bean
She like "Tecca,?baby, why you so mean?"
Told that?shorty "I be countin' this green"
All this money turn that b*t*h to a fiend
Yeah, b*t*h, it's Lil Benny
I can't wife her 'cause that b*t*h is too friendly
Stack it up, tryna cop me a Bentley
Lame n***a, boy, you countin' them pennies

Back then, used to leave me on seen
MBM, yeah, she lovin' my team
Mike Amiris drippin' all on my jeans
Gettin' drippy, I'ma drop when I lean

Yeah, get to the breesh
Nah, n***a, I ain't wifin' no treesh
I can't sleep 'cause I'm stuck in my dreams
Copy, paste, why they copyin' me?
B*t*hes be blowin' my phone
Swear I don't even know
Tell that b*t*h to leave me lone
I just wanna count the dough
I'm a dog, I need a bone
Shawty got me in my zone
Shawty, she blowin' my phone
I'm lettin' it ring, just talk at the tone

Yeah, I know she wan' f**k, she gon' say "No"
Got big long clips like Halo
Yeah, I count blue faces, they know
All my b*t*hes got flavours, rainbow

I'm gon' get a bag this year
New drip, yeah, it's Gucci the gear
Ice on me, yeah, that sh*t is on clear
All this money, yeah, I'm the man of the year

Blue strips look like Lilo and St**ch
MBM, now we takin' your b*t*h
Amiri drip, yeah, I'm lookin' too rich
Load up the bit, now I'm shootin' the six
She like "Journey, baby, why you so mean?"
Crackin' seals like the navy marine
Lil' bro got the beam
You can catch a bullet like it's Scream

Pop a n***a like a bean
She like "Tecca, baby, why you so mean?"
Told that shorty "I be countin' this green"
All this money turn that b*t*h to a fiend
Yeah, b*t*h, it's Lil Benny
I can't wife her 'cause that b*t*h is too friendly
Stack it up, tryna cop me a Bentley
Lame n***a, boy, you countin' them pennies

I used to ball out, now I'm rappin'
Like Critch, I got the fashion
Run down, and the gang get to clappin'
All these n***as, they the hate and they average
Yeah, I don't care what these n***as gon' say
Run down, get the choppa, gon' spray
What? Yeah, n***a, you gay
Don't even talk, I don't wan' play
Yeah, I'm gettin' all these pesos
Gettin' money, b*t*h, I feel like Diego
All these b*t*hes on my body
Foreign hoes, they gon' do what I say so

Call up Buddha, like a Haitian
Lovin' me 'cause I'm Jamaican
Shawty see me, now she fakin'
Balmains, know they ancient
With the kid, it's like it's Freddy and Jason

Big racks when I step on the scene
Countin', countin' money turned me to a fiend
Countin' all hundreds, the blue, the green
F**kin' that b*t*h, now she don't wan' leave

I'm too far to be woken
I'ma skrrt off and hop in the foreign
Yeah, she call, I'm steady ignorin'
Wanna f**k lil' b*t*h but she borin'

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