The Motto - Drake, Tyga, Lil Wayne

I’m the f*ckin man, you don’t get it do ya?

Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya

Go Uptown, New York City B*tch

Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura

Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too

Clubbing hard, F*ckin' women ain’t much to do

Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne

Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t sh*t changed

How you feel?

how you feel?

how you feel?

Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil uhh

I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself

Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay

Getting paid well holla whenever that stop

My team good, we don’t really need a mascot

Tell Tune «light one, pass it like a relay»

YMCMB you nig*as more YMCA

Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo

Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbo, shout to Gibo

We got Santa Margarita by the liter

She know even if I’m f*ckin with her, I don’t really need her

Aohhh, That’s how you feel man?

That’s really how you feel?

Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these b*tches wanna chill

I mean maybe she won’t

Then again maybe she will

I can almost guarantee she know the deal

Real ni*ga what’s up?

Now she want a photo

You already know though

You only live once: that’s the motto ni*ga YOLO and

We bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin' on the bench, nig*a we don’t really play

Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say

Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way

Real ni*ga what’s up?

One, time f*ck one time

I’m calling ni*gas out like the umpire

Seven, grams in the blunt

Almost drowned in her pu*sy so I swam to her butt

It’s Eastside, we in this b*tch

Wish a ni*ga would like a tree in this b*tch

And if a leaf fall put some weed in that b*tch

That’s my MO add a B to that sh*t

I’m f*cked up, torn down

I’m twisted: door knob

Talk stupid, off with your head!

Nigga money talks and Mr Ed!

Yea!

I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun

Energizer bunny

Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar

Ain’t shit sweet ni*gas on the street like hookers

I tongue kiss her other tongue

Skeet skeet skeet: water gun

Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt!

Tunechi

Now she want a photo

You already know though

You only live once: that’s the motto ni*ga YOLO and

We bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin on the bench, ni*ga we don’t really play

Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say

Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way

Real ni*ga what’s up what’s up what’s up

T Raw, skinny nig*a big balls

F*ck around get dragged, Ru Paul

You a funny little ni*ga, Duval

Out of this world, Total Recall

Call a b*tch raw d*ck let her see-saw

Sorta like a donkey like an a*s nig*a he-haw

Ridin round in the 'rari with the top off

While you in the window man I’m probably on my next car

Ay!

Mighty duck with the ice on

Real L.A. nig*a trucks with the gun drawn

Drawin on your face you a clown jack in the box

Boy that’s your bop she my new poom poom star

Stars in the back and my homies they don’t act

Actin brand new f*ck her never call her back

Matt Forte got the b*tch running back

Man that’s the motto you ain’t know it’s like that?

Now she want a photo

You already know though

You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO and

We bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin on the bench, ni*ga we don’t really play

Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say

Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way

Real ni*ga what’s up what’s up what’s up