Man of the Year

[Chorus: Lil Wayne] 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 Say, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga [Verse 1: Brisco] Only [?] be amazed, blowing big in the coupe Prada loafers on the pedal as the dons shoot through Been accused before my court date I'm at the Ritz hotel, eating skirt steak By the way, I met this bitch named Jezabel She say her brother keep them numbers on that fish scale 'Til she exhale, girl, I be a real nigga I know you heard that before, but I'ma deal wit you On the low, Young Money help me sleep safe If I rent some Weezy P and send a briefcase I'm pimpalicious, explicit, and it's the way I live it After we fuck, we can trade in your Honda Civic [Chorus: Lil Wayne] 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 Say, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga [Verse 2: Flo Rida] (Flo Rida) Like, damn, like I'm a human chandelier Some Louis XIII standing next to a beer Like Oprah Winfrey, women got her tongue pierced Mike Tyson in the building, he just bit another ear Like, round one, round two, round three It's red carpet and I'm dressing like the referee So many blood diamonds, Red Cross sweating me Thrilla in Manila, are they staring at my ring? That's about worth, Dolly Frazier, Don King Senior high or junior high or elementary They sweating like Keith cos my jewelry on me That's my rhythm in blue stones, they dance like bling bling [Chorus: Lil Wayne] 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 Cause another fucking nigga ain't shit [Outro: Lil Wayne] I talkin' bout 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, ain’t no nigga like, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga Said, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga Cause another fucking nigga ain't shit I talkin' bout Cause, ain’t no nigga like, ain’t no nigga like, ain’t no nigga like me