Lil Wayne - The Motto Lyrics
[Verse 1: Drake]I'm the f*ckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya?Type of money, everybody acting like they knew yaGo Uptown, New York City, b*tchSome Spanish girls love me like I'm AventuraTell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami tooClubbing hard, f*ckin' women, there ain't much to doWrist bling, got a condo up in BiscayneStill getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changedHow you feel how you feel how you feel?Twenty five sittin' on 25 milI'm in the building and I'm feeling myselfRest in peace Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the BayGetting paid, we'll holler whenever that stopMy team good, we don't really need a mascotTell Tune "light one, pass it like a relay"YMCMB, you n*ggas more YMCAMe, Freddie and Marley Marl at the crib-oShout goes out to Niko, J, and Chubbs, shouts to GibboWe got Santa Margherita by the literShe know even if I'm f*cking with her, I don't really need herThat's how you feel, man?That's really how you feel?Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these b*tches wanna chillI'm mean maybe she won'tThen again maybe she willI can almost guarantee she know the deal, real n*gga, wassup?[Hook: Drake]Now she want a photoYou already know, thoughYou only live once: that's the motto n*gga, YOLOAnd we bout it every day, every day, every dayLike we sittin' on the bench n*gga, we don't really playEvery day, every day, f*ck what anybody sayCan't seem em cause the money in the wayReal n*gga, wassup?[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]One time? F*ck one timeI'm calling n*ggas out like the umpireSeven grams in the blunt?Almost drowned in her ***** so I swam to her buttIt's Eastside, we in this b*tchWish a n*gga would, like a tree in this b*tchAnd if a leaf fall put some weed in that b*tchThat's my MO, add a B to that shitI'm f*cked up, torn downI'm twisted: door knobTalk stupid?, off with your head! N*gga, money talks, and Mr. EdI'm so Young Money got a drum on the gunEnergizer bunnyFunny how honey ain't sweet like sugarAin't shit sweet? N*ggas on the street like hookersI tongue kiss her other tongueSkeet skeet skeet: water gunOh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi[Hook: Drake]Now she want a photoYou already know thoughYou only live once: that's the motto, n*gga YoloAnd we bout it every day, every day, every dayLike we sittin' on the bench, n*gga, we don't really playEvery day, every day, f*ck what anybody sayCan't seem em cause the money in the wayReal n*gga, wassup?
