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Lyrics for The Motto by DRAKE

The Motto - Lyrics

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DRAKE:
Iím the fuckiní man, yíall donít get it, do ya?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like Iím Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke Iím out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, fuckiní women, there ainít much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ainít shit changed
How you feel how you feel how you feel?
Twenty five sittiní on 25 mil
Iím in the building and Iím feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, Iím-a do it for the Bay
Getting paid, weíll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we donít really need a mascot
Tell Tune ďlight one, pass it like a relayĒ
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie and Marley Marl 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 Iím fucking with her, I donít really need her
Thatís how you feel, man?
Thatís really how you feel?
Cause the pimpiní ice cold, all these b*tches wanna chill
Iím thinking maybe she wonít
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, wassup?

[Hook: Drake]
Now she want a photo
You already know, though
You only live once: thatís the motto nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittiní on the bench nigga, we donít really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Canít see em cause the money in the way
Real nigga, wassup?
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
One time? Fuck one time
Iím calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt?
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
Itís 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
Thatís my MO, add a B to that shit
Iím fucked up, torn down
Iím twisted: door knob
Talk stupid?, off with your head!
Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed
Iím so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ainít sweet like sugar
Ainít 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

[Hook: Drake]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: thatís the motto, nigga Yolo
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittiní on the bench, nigga, we donít really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Canít see em cause the money in the way
Real nigga, wassup?
Thanks to eh for correcting these lyrics

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