Drake — The Motto Remix

[Produced by T-Minus] [Verse 1: Drake] I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya? Type of money, everybody actin' 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 in Biscayne Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed How you feel how you feel how you feel? 25, sitting on 25 mill I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the Bay Okay, getting 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, shouts to Gibbo We got Santa Margherita by the liter She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her, aw 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 but 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 calling 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, door knob 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] 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 3: Tyga] T-Raww, skinny nigga, big balls Fuck around and get dragged: RuPaul You funny little nigga, Duval Out of this world, Total Recall Call a bitch, ride dick like a seesaw Sorta like a donkey, act a ass nigga hee-haw Ridin round in the ‘rarri wit the top off While you in the window, man I’m probably on my next car Aight, mighty duck with the ice on Real LA nigga, chucks with the gun drawn Drawing on your face you’re a clown jack in the box Boy that’s your bop, she my new pum pum star Stars in the back, them my homies, they don’t act Acting brand new, fuck her never call her back Matt Forte got the bitch running back Damn, That’s the motto you don’t know it’s like that [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?