Rich Homie?Thats You?See, I walked in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the yearAnd a broke nigga can't understand hundred grandIn these pants over herePicture that I'mma hit her from the backWith my hands on her hipAnd I'm smokin' out the bag but I see your man with a zipEverybody attention on me, cuz everything I say so realAnd that little thirty piece spent on the AP, got a nigga so chill!And I got a 100, 000 times 5 thats 500, I ain't got a dealAnd all I drink is lean I ain't being funny when I say I dont drink beerGot a fam that love me I'll die about them and I'll killI told my niggas the only rule we got is thou shall never stealIf they don't like me, nigga, I really don't give a fuck how you feelI'mma tell you how it is, they don't let a bitch feelDo you know I keep my jeans filled with money?You ain't never met a nigga like me before!That pistol on me, I keep it exposedI done made a million dollars and I didn't sell my soulTell them folks that I got itAnd I didn't even go to college, brand new car and it's roboticI can touch one button make the top go back like (Aye!)I can say two words, make her panties just drop like (Hey!)The young niggas trigga happy with 'em guns, they gon', spray!And they'll do whatever I sayCause I got a brand new car the other dayShe all on my dick, now it's all on her faceSee a nigga getting rich now she calling off sickI done got a bitch pregnant with a babe on the waySay it's time to eat so I'm saying my graceMore money, more problems I was playing that Ma$eWe're getting money this wayYou broke, I'll say it to your face!Security ain't talking bout shitI done walked in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the year!I done walked in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the year!They done let me in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the year!You know I'm the man over here,Get a fan over here, hundred grand over hereOh nigga, and I still spend money that I made like last month, niggaWith all this money I can do what I want, nigga!With all this weed I prefer that my blunts are swishersBallin too hard on these niggasReferee blow the wistleShoot out with your niggasYou're the type to throw the pistol!If it's for shoot out with my niggasI'm first to blow the pistol!And I know you kissed her, right after I dismissed herYou know I had to keep it in the familyNow I'm fuckin her sister(Oh shit!)Now her big brother mad becauseHe knows he got smashed by the homieAnd I don't need no need no depositCause you know a nigga walking with it on meAnd I'mma hit that pussy when it's freshEarly in the morningCause it need the kissingIt's been four days, I'mma fuck you like I miss you!Smoking all this weed, cause you know a nigga got issuesI've been locked up twice already fucked up my name in the systemRIP Teshia bought my first chain, hell, I rememberIf 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 hoodI'm still in the trap, I'm still the same nigga!My momma still live by GreenbrierAin't nothing changed but the figuresAin't nothing lame about me, niggaI want it, Ima buy it, don't check the tagSecurity ain't check my bag, nigga!I done walked in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the year!I done walked in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the year!They done let me in with two cupsFeeling like the man of the year!You know I'm the man over here,Get a fan over here, hundred grand over here