LyricsThe Motto (Bonus Track)

Lil Wayne feat. Drake

Last update on: July 25, 2017
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Im the fuckin man, you dont 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 Im Aventura Tell Uncle Luke Im out in Miami too Clubbing hard, Fuckin women aint much to do Wrist blancpain, got a condo up in Biscayne Still getting brain from a thang, aint shit changed How you feel? how you feel? how you feel? Twenty five sittin on 25 mil uhh Im in the building and Im feeling myself Rest in peace Mac Dre, Imma do it for the Bay, okay Getting paid well holla wen ever that stop My team good, we dont 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 dont really need her Aohhh, Thats how you feel man? Thats really how you feel? Cause the pimpin ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill I mean maybe she wont Then again maybe she will I can almost guarantee she know the deal, Real nigga wassap Now she want a photo You already know though You only live once: thats the motto nigga YOLO We bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin on the bench, nigga we dont really play Every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say Cant seem em cause the money in the way Real nigga wassup? One, time fuck one time Im calling niggas out like the umpire Seven, grams in the blunt Almost drowned in her p-ssy so I swam to her butt Its 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 Thats my MO add a B to that shit Im fucked up, torn down Im twisted: door knob Talk stupid, off with your head! Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Im so Young Money got a drum on the gun Energizer bunny Funny how honey aint sweet like sugar Aint 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 Now she want a photo You already know though You only live once: thats the motto nigga YOLO We bout it every day, every day, every day We sittin on the bench, nigga we dont really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Cant seem em cause the money in the way Real nigga wassup wassap wassap T-raw skinny nigga big balls Fuck around and get Drag. Ru Paul You funny little nigga Duval Out of this world Total Recall Call a bitch ride the dick like her see saw Something like a donkey, act a ass nigga hee-haw Ridin round in the rarri wit the top off While you in the window, man Im probably on my next car Aight, Mighty duck with the ice on Real L.A. nigga chucks with the gun drawn Drawing on your face youre a clown jack in the box Boy thats your bop, she my new pum pum star Stars in the back Them my homies, they dont act, acting brand new Fuck her never call her back Matt Forte got the bitch running back Damn, Thats the motto you dont know its like that

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