LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTThe Motto Lyrics by Drake Drake , Lil Wayne, Tyga
Below, you will find the lyrics for The Motto by Drake.
I'm the man
Y'all don't get it
Do ya?
Type of money
Everybody acting
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
Clubbing hard
Women
There ain't much to do
Wrist bling
Got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting 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 with her
I don't really need her
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?
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
What anybody say
Can't see 'em
'Cause the money in the way
Real nigga
What's up?
One
Time? 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
Up
Tore down
I'm twisted
Door knob
Talk stupid?
Off with your head!
Nigga, money talks
And Mr. Ed
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
My
God
Becky
Look at her
Butt!
Tunechi
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
What anybody say
Can't see 'em
'Cause the money in the way
Real nigga
What's up?
T-raw
Skinny nigga
Big balls
Around
Get Drag
Ru Paul
You funny little nigga
Duval
Out of this world
Total Recall
Call a bitch
Ride dick
Like her see saw
Sort of like a donkey
I got ass
Nigga hee-haw, 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 L.A. 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
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
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
What anybody say
Can't see 'em
'Cause the money in the way
Real nigga
What's up?
Real nigga
What's up?
Ha
Real nigga
What's up?
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