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(feat. Lil Wayne) [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 Letras de cancionesDid 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... From Letras Mania