[LYRICS] The Motto Lyrics By Drake Ft Lil Wayne

Drake, Lil Wayne And Tyga Lyrics

We present to you the complete Lyrics to ‘The Motto’ by Drake featuring Lil Wayne and Tyga. This is a phenomenal collaboration ‘The Motto’  was released in year 2011. Enjoy!

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The Motto Lyrics By Drake, Lil Wayne And Tyga

Verse 1: Drake
I’m the fucking 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 feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I’ma 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 fucking with her, I don’t really need her
Aww, that’s how you feel, man?
That’s really how you feel?
‘Cause the pimping 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?

Chorus: Drake
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 sitting 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?

Verse 2: Lil Wayne
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: doorknob, 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