Drake, Lil Wayne - Man of the Year lyrics
Drake [Aubrey Graham] Toronto, Ontario, Canada/U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Drake, Lil Wayne - Man of the Year lyrics]
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year think I had the motherfucking
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 shitting 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 can pull
Believe or not, I receive a lot
So I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same
Records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That’s why I’m ready man
I’d never copy Nor-bit 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 trying to make a four fit
Yeah, they need to issue out a recall
I’m going up and they heading into a freefall
The fundamentals are needed
You playing streetball
And I was out at BET, but I didn’t see ya’ll
These Skee-Lo rappers wishing they
Could be tall
Letting all their fake friends use
Them like a free stall
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your 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
I said I know you see
Me chilling super low key
If I’m with the right niggas
You can scoop an OZ
All the hustlers and the bouncers
And the groupies know me fresh denim
Fresh shades in a coupe with no keys
It start up when I touch the door
And I encourage ladies to touch the floor
As soon as we finish cutting
We can cut some more then after you get high
Make em, get em, girl you finna get low
Lights dimmed down
Got a lota 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 having bars
Like a motherfucking prison
They taking too long, their records on hold
They threatened by my presence cause
I make them feel old
Guaranteed if they drop
They bragging bout what they sold
Just remember where I live at
Fifty thousand's going gold
Holla at me when you see me
Make yourself known
Instead of hatin’ on my music in
The comfort of your home
Nigga, be a man, you acting like a bitch
I ain’t acting like I’m rude
I’m just acting like I’m rich, rich
Riding with Weezy fucking Baby
Are you the type of girl
That me and Weezy fucking, 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 fucking crazy
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your 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
Y-M, bitch, everyday two times on Sunday
Spitta! Check your blinkers, baby
Check your blinkers, baby
Cause, to me, look like you’ve
Been turning right all day, yeah
Right my way, I got a boulevard, baby
That’s right, Cash Avenue
Wall Street gangsta carter, y'all
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, yeah
Boy, these motherfucking glasses I
Got on right now are so motherfucking cold
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your 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
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year think I had the motherfucking
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 shitting 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 can pull
Believe or not, I receive a lot
So I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same
Records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That’s why I’m ready man
I’d never copy Nor-bit 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 trying to make a four fit
Yeah, they need to issue out a recall
I’m going up and they heading into a freefall
The fundamentals are needed
You playing streetball
And I was out at BET, but I didn’t see ya’ll
These Skee-Lo rappers wishing they
Could be tall
Letting all their fake friends use
Them like a free stall
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your 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
I said I know you see
Me chilling super low key
If I’m with the right niggas
You can scoop an OZ
All the hustlers and the bouncers
And the groupies know me fresh denim
Fresh shades in a coupe with no keys
It start up when I touch the door
And I encourage ladies to touch the floor
As soon as we finish cutting
We can cut some more then after you get high
Make em, get em, girl you finna get low
Lights dimmed down
Got a lota 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 having bars
Like a motherfucking prison
They taking too long, their records on hold
They threatened by my presence cause
I make them feel old
Guaranteed if they drop
They bragging bout what they sold
Just remember where I live at
Fifty thousand's going gold
Holla at me when you see me
Make yourself known
Instead of hatin’ on my music in
The comfort of your home
Nigga, be a man, you acting like a bitch
I ain’t acting like I’m rude
I’m just acting like I’m rich, rich
Riding with Weezy fucking Baby
Are you the type of girl
That me and Weezy fucking, 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 fucking crazy
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your 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
Y-M, bitch, everyday two times on Sunday
Spitta! Check your blinkers, baby
Check your blinkers, baby
Cause, to me, look like you’ve
Been turning right all day, yeah
Right my way, I got a boulevard, baby
That’s right, Cash Avenue
Wall Street gangsta carter, y'all
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, yeah
Boy, these motherfucking glasses I
Got on right now are so motherfucking cold
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man
Of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your 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