Drake Feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga - The Motto (Edited)

Drake Feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga - The Motto (Edited)

[Drake]

I’m the fuckin man, you don’t get it do ya?

Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya

Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch

Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura

Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too

Clubbing hard, Fuckin’ women ain’t much to do

Wrist blancpain, got a condo up in Biscayne

Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit 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 wen ever that stop

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

Tell Tune “light one, pass it like a relay”

YMCMB you niggas more YMCA

Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo

Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo

We got Santa Margarita by the liter

She know even if im fuckin 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 bitches wanna chill

I mean maybe she won’t

Then again maybe she will

I can almost guarantee she know the deal,

Real nigga wassap

[Drake - Chorus]

Now she want a photo

You already know though

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

We bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play

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

Can’t seem em cause the money in the way

Real nigga wassup?

[Lil Wayne]

One, time fuck one time

I’m calling niggas out like the umpire

Seven, grams in the blunt

Almost drowned in her p-ssy so I swam to her butt

It’s Eastside, we in this bitch

Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch

And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch

That’s my MO add a B to that shit

I’m fucked up, torn down

I’m twisted: door knob

Talk stupid, off with your head!

Nigga money talks and Mr Ed!

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 niggas 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

[Drake - Chorus]

Now she want a photo

You already know though

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

We bout it every day, every day, every day

We sittin on the bench, nigga we don’t really play

Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say

Can’t seem em cause the money in the way

real nigga wassup wassap wassap