Drake — The Motto

[Verse 1: Drake] I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya? Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya Go Uptown, New York City, bitch Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do Wrist bling, got a condo up on Biscayne Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed How you feel, how you feel, how you feel? Twenty-five, sitting on twenty-five mil', uh I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay, okay Gettin' paid, we'll holler whenever 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, Franny, and Mally Mall at the crib-o Shout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo We got Santa Margherita by the liter She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her Aww, 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, what's up? [Chorus: Drake] 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, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] One time, fuck one time I'm callin' niggas out like the umpire Seven grams in the blunt Almost drowned in her pussy, 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, tore down I'm twisted, doorknob Talk stupid, off with your head Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed, yeah 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 [Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne] Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah) 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, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up? Real nigga, what's up? 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, nigga, we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?