Drake - Man Of The Year Lyrics

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Feat. Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Drake]

Damn!

I done walked in here

Lookin' like the mothafuckin' man of the year

Think I had the mothafuckin' plan of the year

Which was simply to make groupie fans of my peers

And I get my girl whatever she desire

And my niggas get whatever they require

These rappers old, I'm the reason they expire

Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah

Damn!

That punch line was predictable

I still got you shittin' bricks, homie, quit the bull

And we don't need new members

To me the clique is full

And I be getting' the same women that tip the pool

Believe or not

I receive a lot

So, I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got

And I be buyin' the Louie that Kanyizzy cop

And I be rippin' the same reords that Weezy rock

This shit is east pot

That's why I'm ready, man

I'd never copy Norbit like eddie, man

Did you get it? Eddie Murphy was in Norbit

Or was it way over your head?

Did you forfeit?

Yeah, I take a woman shopping in a store quick

Her ass big, she just tryin' to make a four fit

Yeah, they need to issue out a recall

I'm goin' up and they headin' into a freefall

The fundamentals are needed, you playin' streetball

And I was out at BET, but I didn't see ya'll

These skee-low rappers wishing they could be tall

Lettin' all their fake friends use them like a free stall

Yep!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

Damn!

I done walked in here

Lookin' like the mothafuckin' man of the year

My shades so dark

And my ice so bright

My buddie in my pants wanna fight yo wife

Like, round one, round two, round three

I told you not to ever bring a bitch 'round me

'Cause, ain't no nigga like a young money nigga

No, ain't no nigga like me

Ya dig?

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[Verse 2: Drake]

I said I know you see me chillin'

Super low key

If I'm with the right niggas, you can scoop a O.Z.

All the hustlers and the bouncers

And the groupies know me

Fresh denim, fresh shades

In a coupe with no key

It start up when I touch the door

And I encourage ladies to touch the floor

As soon as we finish cuttin', we can cut some more

Then after you get high, make 'em, get 'em, girl you finna get low

Lights dimmed down

Got alota dough

Plus a hit sound

What you mean you ain't heard?

I come highly recommended

Everybody my friend, even if they been offended

They ain't really got a choice, it's an obvious decision

You tryna make a come up in my city, it's a given

Plus a nigga famous

Plus I got a vision

Not to mention havin' bars like a mothafuckin' prison

They takin' too long

Their records on hold

They threatened by my presence

'Cause I make them feel old

Guaranteed if they drop, they braggin' 'bout what they sold

Just remember where I lived at, 50, 000's goin' gold

Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known

'Stead of hatin' on my music in the comfort of your home

Nigga, be a man

You actin' like a bitch

I ain't actin' like I'm rude

I'm just actin' like I'm rich, rich

Yeah, uh!

Ridin' with Weezy Fuckin' Baby

Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy fuckin', baby?

'Cause I don't waste time, can't yo see a nigga lazy?

And I might need some help

But, you know, Weezy's fuckin' crazy

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

Damn!

I done walked in here

Lookin' like the mothafuckin' man of the year

My shades so dark

And my ice so bright

My buddie in my pants wanna fight yo wife

Like, round one, round two, round three

I told you not to ever bring a bitch 'round me

'Cause, ain't no nigga like a young money nigga

No, ain't no nigga like me

Ya dig?

[Spoken: Lil' Wayne]

Y.M., bitch!

Everybody!

Two time on Sunday!

Spit 'em!

Check ya blinkers, baby!

Check ya blinkers, baby!

'Cause, to me, look like you've been turning right all day! Yeah!

Right my way! Ha ha!

I got a boulevard, baby!

That's right!

Cash Avenue!

Wall Street gangsta!

Carter, ya'll! Heh heh!

Why would I lie?

Yeah!

I ain't rich, bitch, I'm wealthy!

Young! I talk shit 'til I die!

Come kill me, nigga!

Fuck you!

No homo!

She like it! Heh ha ha!

Yeah!

Boy, these mothafuckin' glasses I got on right now, are so mothafuckin' cold!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

I'm feelin' like...

Damn!

I done walked in here

Straight up lookin' like the mothafuckin' man of the year

My shades so dark

And my ice so bright

My buddie in my pants wanna fight yo wife

Like, round one, round two, round three

I told you not to ever bring a bitch 'round me

'Cause, ain't no nigga

Ain't no nigga

Ain't no nigga like a young money nigga

Damn!

I done walked in here

Lookin' like the mothafuckin' man of the year

My shades so dark

And my ice so bright

My buddie in my pants wanna fight yo wife...

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