[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 ot issue out a recall   I'm goin' up and they headin' into a freefall   The fundamental are needed, you playin' street   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 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?      [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 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 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, 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 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...