The Motto

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I'm the fuckin' 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, fucking 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', uh
 I'm in the building and I'm feelin' myself
 Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the bay
 Okay, getting paid, we'll holla 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 fucking with her, I don't really need her
 Aww, 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, fuck what anybody say
 Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
 One time, fuck 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 fucked up, tore down
 I'm twisted, door knob
 Talk stupid, off with your head
 Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed
 Yeah, 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
 Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt, Tunechi
 Now she want a photo, you already know, though (yeah)
 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, fuck what anybody say
 Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
 
 Real nigga, what's up?
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 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, fuck what anybody say
 Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
1
Tempo
202 BPM

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