Man Of The Year Lyrics - Singles - Drake

[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 gettin' 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 Louis that Kanyeezy cop 

And I be rippin' the same reords that Weezy rock 

This shit is easy Pop 

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 y'all 

These skee-low rappers wishing they could be tall 

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

Yep! 

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[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 buddies and my fans wanna fight your right 

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 group with no kids 

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 'em feel old 

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

Just remember where I lived at, 50 thousands 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 you 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 buddies and my fans wanna fight your right 

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, y'all! 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 buddies and my fans wanna fight your right 

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 buddies and my fans wanna fight your right...