เนื้อเพลง Man of the Year - Drake

[Verse 1: Drake]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin' like the mothaf*ckin' Man of the Year
Think I had the mothaf*ckin' 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*ggas 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 sh*ttin' 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 sh*t 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 mothaf*ckin' 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 b*tch 'round me
'Cause, ain't no n*gga like a young money n*gga
No, ain't no n*gga like me
Ya dig?

[Verse 2: Drake]
I said I know you see me chillin'
Super low key
If I'm with the right n*ggas, 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 n*gga famous
Plus I got a vision
Not to mention havin' bars like a mothaf*ckin' 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
N*gga, be a man
You actin' like a b*tch
I ain't actin' like I'm rude
I'm just actin' like I'm rich, rich
Yeah, uh!
Ridin' with Weezy F*ckin' Baby
Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy f*ckin', baby?
'Cause I don't waste time, can't yo see a n*gga lazy?
And I might need some help
But, you know, Weezy's f*ckin' crazy

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin' like the mothaf*ckin' 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 b*tch 'round me
'Cause, ain't no n*gga like a young money n*gga
No, ain't no n*gga like me
Ya dig?

[Spoken: Lil' Wayne]
Y.M., b*tch!
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, b*tch, I'm wealthy!
Young! I talk sh*t 'til I die!
Come kill me, n*gga!
F*ck you!
No homo!
She like it! Heh ha ha!
Yeah!
Boy, these mothaf*ckin' glasses I got on right now, are so mothaf*ckin' cold!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
I'm feelin' like...
Damn!
I done walked in here
Straight up lookin' like the mothaf*ckin' 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 b*tch 'round me
'Cause, ain't no n*gga
Ain't no n*gga
Ain't no n*gga like a young money n*gga

Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin' like the mothaf*ckin' man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddie in my pants wanna fight yo wife...