Meek Mill — Motto

Bottle after bottle, Model after model Spendin’ all this paper like I fucking won the lotto All I know is YOLO, nigga thats the motto Ricky told me get ‘em and I told ‘em that I got ‘em And I got ‘em erryday, erryday Bad bitches gon fuck me everyway, never stay Once I get it, than I’m dippin’ thata way thata way Young, came up from the bottom and I never had a way I really went from wooping 62′s, to whippin 62′s Ain't none of the homies crippin’ We giving niggas the blues We buying they hoes bags, gettin they bitches shoes You wonder why she ain't fucking you Winning nigga, you lose Yeah, I’m flexing, I pull up on the Ghost Hundred on my necklace And my diamonds clear they VVS’ing I turn into a toilet on these? they BS’ing Two fingers, did it on ‘em Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milly on ‘em It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly on ‘em With my red P hat, you don’t know, we back ‘Bout to go to Houston, heard thats where the chief at Hiding with the ? down I could’nt get it man, get ready for that Me and Wale finna drop to that real soon man I was just playing around Shout out to the homie Drizzy, all YMCMB It’s double MG we in the building