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 ya

Go Uptown, New York City, b*tch

Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura

Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too

Clubbing hard, f*ckin’ 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?

Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil

I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself

Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’m-a do it for the Bay

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 n*ggas 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 I’m f*cking 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 b*tches wanna chill

I’m mean maybe she won’t

Then again maybe she will

I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real n*gga, wassup?

[Hook: Drake]

Now she want a photo

You already know, though

You only live once: that’s the motto n*gga, YOLO

And we bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin’ on the bench n*gga, we don’t really play

Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say

Can’t seem em cause the money in the way

Real n*gga, wassup?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

One time? F*ck one time

I’m calling n*ggas 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 b*tch

Wish a n*gga would, like a tree in this b*tch

And if a leaf fall put some weed in that b*tch

That’s my MO, add a B to that shit

I’m f*cked up, torn down

I’m twisted: door knob

Talk stupid?, off with your head!

N*gga, 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? N*ggas 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: that’s the motto, n*gga Yolo

And we bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin’ on the bench, n*gga, we don’t really play

Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say

Can’t seem em cause the money in the way

Real n*gga, wassup?