Lyrics

My hair's down for partyun'
Up days with my man bun
I wear matching hats with my bag
Both with Marine Corps tags

I can take some things or none it all
With my man bag I'm looking tall
A diamond stud a couple of condoms
With a flask of rum ready to roll

I'm a chick magnet I strut my stuff
And my right stuff is super tough
With my man bag

Must, are my cell wallet and keys
Trolling for chicks who need me

I wear two socks stuffed in my crotch
A couple of bicep pumps in the mirror
A diamond studded knock-off Rolex
Looking at the wallet and her AMEX

Flicking a toothpick with a killer smile
I'm the real deal got plenty of style

I'm a chick magnet I strut my stuff
And my real stuff is super tough
Yay with my man bag

I travel light with my man bag
At no-tell motels or five-star hotels
Or some slutty dumps between
Work from home or on the beach.
Looking for hot ones with my RayBans
Always score in a rented Jaguar
One seat two chicks four on the floor
Five hundred horses don't need no more
I hitchhike around the globe
A real road scholar baby cause

I'm a chick magnet I strut my stuff
And my right stuff is super tough
Yay with my man bag baby