Drake - Man Of The Year (Remix)

Song Rating: 8.37/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1: Drake]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin like the mothaf**in man of the year
Think I had the mothaf**in plan of the year
Which was simply to make groupie fans of my peers
And I get my girl whatever she desire
And my n***as get whatever they require
These rappers old, Im the reason they expire
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn!
That punch line was predictable
I still got you sh**tin bricks, homie, quit the bull
And we dont 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 sh** is east pot
Thats why Im ready, man
Id 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 a** big, she just tryin to make a four fit
Yeah, they need ot issue out a recall
Im goin up and they headin into a freefall
The fundamental are needed, you playin street
And I was out at BET, but I didnt see yall
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 mothaf**in 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 b**h round me
Cause, aint no n***a like a young money n***a
No, aint no n***a like me
Ya dig?

[Verse 2: Drake]
I said I know you see me chillin
Super low key
If Im with the right n***as, 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 aint heard?
I come highly recommended
Everybody my friend, even if they been offended
They aint really got a choice, its an obvious decision
You tryna make a come up in my city, its a given
Plus a n***a famous
Plus I got a vision
Not to mention havin bars like a mothaf**in 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, 000s goin gold
Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known
Stead of hatin on my music in the comfort of your home
n***a, be a man
You actin like a b**h
I aint actin like Im rude
Im just actin like Im rich, rich
Yeah, uh!
Ridin with Weezy f**in Baby
Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy f**in, baby?
Cause I dont waste time, cant yo see a n***a lazy?
And I might need some help
But, you know, Weezys f**in crazy

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin like the mothaf**in 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 b**h round me
Cause, aint no n***a like a young money n***a
No, aint no n***a like me
Ya dig?

[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
Y.M., b**h!
Everybody!
Two time on Sunday!
Spit em!
Check ya blinkers, baby!
Check ya blinkers, baby!
Cause, to me, look like youve been turning right all day! Yeah!
Right my way! Ha ha!
I got a boulevard, baby!
Thats right!
Cash Avenue!
Wall Street gangsta!
Carter, yall! Heh heh!
Why would I lie?
Yeah!
I aint rich, b**h, Im wealthy!
Young! I talk sh** til I die!
Come k** me, n***a!
f** you!
No homo!
She like it! Heh ha ha!
Yeah!
Boy, these mothaf**in gla**es I got on right now, are so mothaf**in cold!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Im feelin like...
Damn!
I done walked in here
Straight up lookin like the mothaf**in 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 b**h round me
Cause, aint no n***a
Aint no n***a
Aint no n***a like a young money n***a

Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin like the mothaf**in man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right...

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 18:00