Jd Era - Man Of The Year lyrics

rate me

I’m chasing all money like away fuck, nigga

You can wait there, you was for the viewers and a record on its way

Not a rapper, I’m a reaper, check the numbers like a beeper

Couple racks for a feature, I’m a killer on display

Every day that come I’m finna drop bombs

I’m gone, mind blown, young don

‘Cause we riding in the foreign, kinda fit for him

Bitches from Milan, three brunettes and a blonde

Tell me, listen Era, I’m upstairs with your songs

Make me good, make me smoke good in a thong

And I’m all for ‘cause she all for it

Fall for, drop below until she on all fours

Good lord, dry, clean flow, that’s a throwback

Get your perfect nigga picture cane, that’s a Kodak

Dropped on sight till a bitch nigga hold up

Made money, still ain’t paying back ‘07

Ball, I’m a student of the game

You wishing the brain for this money, I ain’t playing

Started hand to hand now we’re switching lane to lane

Lane change, game change, name change, maintain the same thing

Always knew it was a sign, like a white, like a web, let’s grind

I make a call and it’s free throw time ‘cause my blood lined check at the free throw line

That’s bricks, bricks

My nigga, that’s bricks