The Motto (G-MegaMIX) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
DJ Drama
(Gangsta Grillz!)

Verse 1: Drake]
I'm the f*ckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya?
Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, b*tch
Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke, "I'm out in Miami, too"
Clubbin' hard, f*ckin' women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't sh*t 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 rеally need a mascot
Tell Tune, "Light one, pass it likе a relay"
YMCMB, you n*ggas 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 f*ckin' with her, I don't really need her, aw
That's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these b*tches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won't but then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real n*gga, what's up?
[Verse 2: YG]
I'm YG if you didn't know, Reggie bush at USC yeah I been hittin hoes
Your girlfriend wanna ride me like a limo
So I'm about to release the dragon like sisqo
Thousand dollar tickets I ain't even finna pay 'em
The city behind me like I'm running for the mayor
Shout out to the bay, but ima do it for LA
God bless me with so many gifts, I need a sleigh (yeee)
Yeah I go get it, yeah I go get it
If the price right im having sex with a old woman
Im living good, yeah I put that on the hood
Habla espanol baby get it understood
49er game sideline with the homies
Back to the crib, f*ck my girl to some oldies
Compton in the house, I'm putting on for the city
Im just f*cking right now, ill make love when I'm sixty
Got a stripper from Atlanta with a bootie like Nicki
All we do is have quickies, no bite marks or hickies
Aye Aye! and she like that
Ain't talking about Apple but i Mack
Ain't talking about Leggos but I stack
I had your girl getting naked on ichat
Then i leave yo girl hanging like a yo-yo
Players only live once thats the motto baby POLO

[Verse 3: Nelly]
Ayeeeee; get low
Baby get low
From the north side, so I hit the north side walk
U. City, wake up pretty
No curtains in the condo, sun on your titty
Auto pilot; that's how you like to ride it
Danger got you growling, baby please don't bite it
Just breathe; please don't fight it
Got sex in the urrr; girl go on head and fly it
New drink, I'm off of that twop
Got 50 on the World Series, show me what you got
I bet big
Bet a whole lot, got money on the table;
Las Vegas, Nevada
C-note, one time if you got a c-note
Yeah I’m coaching this sh*t like Rick Pitino
Beat the pus*y up then I drink a peregrino
Cameras in my room so I get hella TiVo
Hey...you love this sh*t, we know
Comeback kid, similar to Tim Tebow
Country all damn day, rep your hometown baby north side east saint
...Louis...all day long
If it ain’t broke, then it ain't wrong
Real n*gga; wassup!
O-E, MO, 12-24
[Verse 4: Bryson Tiller]
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[Chorus: 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 see 'em cause the money in the way, real n*gga, what's up?

[Verse 5: Young Jeezy]
Back it on up, baby girl, get low
I'mma double your money, better buy you some blow
When the choppers come out, the f*ck n*ggas get low
Ask them who they riding with, them real n*ggas say, "Snow"
That's how you feeling, that's how you feeling, that's how you feeling
Album just dropped, I should do it by the millions
Told my downstairs neighbor I'm bout to buy the whole building
Like Club Amnesia, I'll remove the whole ceiling
While your b*tch looking over here like she want something
My partner's so high, looking like he on something
Johnson & Johnson, got the kitchen full of powder
We ain't playing around here, we take choppers in the shower
One hand on the trigger, other hand on the soap
Big gold medallion, call it swag on a rope
Shooters on call all day like CERTs
We at you pus*y n*ggas all day like virgins
K.O.D., we heard you ran out ones
Missed the whole club, must have ran out of funds
Twos on deck, the ones in the air
Blonde laced fronts, ones all in the air
Snowing gears, popping bottles like them n*ggas won something
Young going in, ain't even won something
The b*tch you got with you so fine, I might tip her
Say she work at Macy's, got a body like a stripper, what's up?
[Verse 6: Kirko Bangz]
What it do? what it does
I don't want ya girl but you let her in the club
So sh*t I'm bout to get her, bad b*tch killa
All about the cheese you can call a n*gga spinna
I been drinkin' all night, drinkin' all night
If she want it then I will Jada Pinkett all night
Young n*gga catch flight
New b*tch every night
I be runnin' through these hoes with my n*gga black knight
Like, that's my n*gga Steve, that's my n*gga Steve
And my n*gga G Haze got a lot of trees
And my n*gga Manny keep a bad b*tch for me
My n*gga CJ drop a ho to her knees
And uh, Mark pull a ho up out the Walmart
And probably f*ck her in the stall at the Walgreen's
But sh*t, everybody know that them my n*ggas dawg
And yeah, every b*tch know that I'm a killa dawg
I'm in that all black truck, with that all black tuck
Flippin' b*tches man, we call that sh*t that all black luck
Doing all black tux, yeah that's what I'm a call it
When I'm done I forget all about whatchamacallit
When I'm out and when I'm ballin'
When one of my n*ggas is hatin'
Cause them f*ck n*ggas ain't bout it
Yeah them f*ck n*ggas ain't callin' no shots
Defensive n*ggas they block
These n*ggas ain't got none of that sh*t that they toothpickin bout
These n*ggas see that I'm hot
They b*tches want me a lot
And I'm a give her what she want as long as my n*ggas not
I'm pullin' up in that drop
I'm pullin' up and they bop
Real H-town n*gga, n*gga you really not
Real H-town n*gga, n*gga you really not
Hol up
Now she want a photo
You already know though
It's the muffukin motto
b*tches wanna swallow
Hoes wanna follow
f*ck n*ggas wanna borrow
Yeah, n*gga swagg huh
Yeah, n*gga bad huh

[Verse 7: Meek Mill]
Arms
You know the team n*gga
It's MMG
We get paid to wake up 'cause we hustle hard before we go to sleep, hahaha
Philly in the building
Should've never let a n*gga like me on the map
'Cause I'm just gon' kill sh*t
Ayy
Bottle after bottle (Bottle), model after model (Model)
Spending all this paper like I f*cking hit the lotto (Woo)
All I know is YOLO (YOLO) n*gga, that's the motto (Motto)
Ricky told me, "Get 'em," and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, every day
Bad b*tch and she gon f*ck me every way, never stay
Once I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young n*gga from the bottom, and I never had a way
I really went from whipping 62's to whipping '62s
Ain't none of my n*ggas Crip, and we giving n*ggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting they b*tches shoes
You wondering why she ain't f*cking, we win and, n*gga, you lose
Haha! Yeah, I'm flexing (Flex!)
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace (b*tch!)
And all my diamonds clear, they VVS-ing (Gleam)
I turn into a toilet on these n*ggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em (Hahaha)
Hold up, I really sh*tted on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on 'em
It don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going Philly on 'em (Philly)
With my red P hat, n*gga you know we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dope di*k and ask her for some feedback
Like “Shorty, do you love this di*k? You know who you f*cking with?”
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like, "You f*cking b*tch"
Don’t I talk nasty? She don’t know my government
But she gon’ get this di*k and chew me up just like some Doublemint
Check me, I be jumping out the coupe (Woo!), swagger through the roof (Woo!)
Bad b*tches waving at me, real n*ggas salute (What up)
I ain’t gotta lie (Lie), they know I’m the truth
And I ain’t gotta say I’m fly, this G5 with the crew (Nyeeeer)
I’m in the air, b*tch (b*tch), diamonds clear, b*tch (b*tch)
Took off my Rollie and got on some Aude-mir sh*t (Nice)
I hear these haters talking, but I don’t hear sh*t
‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid
Y’all n*ggas talk like b*tches do (b*tch)
Same n*ggas in the district giving interviews (Snitches)
I got killers on my team that’ll get at you (Yeah)
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

[Verse 8: Wiz Khalifa]
24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so im throwin up paper
Got a bunch of n*ggas with me that done made it from the bottom, gettin' money, all throwin' up Taylor
You can roll em out, puff em, I don't save it, I stuff em I don't gotta chase money im good
Ill bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya im talkin straight cookies no oven
And im smokin' in public, rich folks still love it
He talkin', he bluffin', that's my chick, she stuntin'
And my team is the wildest, try and get high enough to see Mr. Wallace
Thumbs green like the mile is, this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college
If you seen all my closets so much style its like my stylist had a stylist
And my crib like a palace Wizzle go hard like a callus
All we smoke is papers, blowin' hella flavors
Smokin till its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd

[Chorus: 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 see 'em cause the money in the way, real n*gga, what's up?

[Verse 9: Tory Lanez]
This just in, we found your b*tch
She's in my knapsack, yeah
I was lookin' around my knapsack, man
And like I seen all the regular hoes right
But then, I think, I think I seen your b*tch
I tell her, "b*tch, chill, ride like a big wheel"
Big deal, put a mill on a fish scale
n*ggas hatin' 'cause the way the paper makin'
But baby, I'm Canadian, so I'm bringin' home the bacon
They ain't see me in a long minute
I'm gon' get it, you fake and I'm authentic
b*tch, I got it from the low, no bar didn't
Blue hairs on the kush like Marge in it, start with it
Tell a b*tch back that ass like she tryna park with it
Hit the gas on the light like a n*gga tryna spark with it
I'm a G though, lookin' like Ne-Yo
No I ain't a singer but green, I never see low
How you ain't f*ckin' but expectin' me to eat though?
If you ain't f*ckin', I'm expectin' you to deep throat
Got a Asian chick, her name is Me Ho
I just say her name when they ask what the cream for
f*ckin' duck tape got me stickin' to the G code
G4, high like fee fo fi fum
Young wild dumb motherf*cker got a tongue
High young, die tryin' get the green, n*gga fungi
Ill like Will, n*gga shout out the alumni
Wah gwaan n*gga, ain't sh*t, y'all pengi
Alert, b*tch up in my knapsack
Tell a pus*y n*gga take a cat nap
Tryna get this cheese like a lab rat
Hatin' n*ggas tryna set a rat trap
Um, she be on rum
Gave me so much brain, a n*gga just dumb
Got the pus*y waitin' on the outcome
Mark spots like X, n*gga Malcolm
f*ck around, you gon' make a n*gga scout him
Doubt him, that n*gga ball like the out rim
b*tches waitin' on me 'cause they way the paper on me
I'm makin' paper, hatin' n*ggas only gon' make it for me
You only one of the fakest, just actin' like you the homie
She only here for my cake 'cause she actin' like she my only
Bag her when she get lonely, slap her up in the mornin'
And tell me, "Tory, I'm horny" I make her feel like a orgy
Wassup motherf*cker
I got your b*tch in my sock, n*gga
Your b*tch is now in my sock
She couldn't make it to my knapsack
So she, she jump in my sock
And then, you know I carry her along this path that I walk everyday
Called swave sh*t
Swavey on the lip ring, b*tch
Sincerely Tory, March 26th, n*ggas
Canada, Toronto, Toronto, Toronto

[Verse 10: 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 pus*y 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 sh*t
I'm f*cked up, tore down
I'm twisted, door knob
Talk stupid? Off with your head
n*gga, 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 sh*t 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!

[Verse 11: Nipsey Hussle]
Aye its hussle in the house
You ain't talking money, put a muzzle on your mouth
Cars, cashin' em out
Got broads at the house, getting smashed on the couch
Flights, somewhere down South
And im somewhere in the front, cause im somebody that count
Money, in all of my accounts
Show my little homies what this ballin is about
Got the Rolli on my wrist, cubic on my neck
She say is the elvis presley I say nah, that's Malcolm X
Are someone famous, I say if you're into rap
But do it make a difference, why you interested in that?
Miss me with the cap, see I'm the type to hit you once
And never call you back
See I'm the typa n*gga hear my song and throw a stack
When they play this in the club, you got ass, throw it back
Aye, you already know though
My bag louis stewart, and my girls name is polo
I smell like wycelf and i dress like im from solo
Only catch hussle on thats my motta baby OCHO

[Verse 12: Freddie Gibbs]
Gangster Gibbs, ho, I'm never scared
Flip seven things, go and get a 7 Series
Shorty hit me with that neck when it's necessary
Ciroc-ed out, coconut, she on the red berry
Panamera photo, but you already know though
Couple hundred n*ggas, Corporate Thuggin' be the logo
Got my chopper from a Cuban and my 'caine from a cholo
Me and Young be the rap game Tony and Manolo
What's up? Nino and G Money
I blood with them B's and C's from D-Money
A n*gga used to f*ck with that barely-could-eat money
Now I got that Massu Missa, Nobu, Phillipe money,what's up?
What you know about that pus*y on the Perignon
Thug n*gga, keep the kush up in his carry-on
Birds for the thirty-three, I got my Larry on
Where the thong at? Freddie home; real n*gga, what's up?

[Chorus: 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 see 'em cause the money in the way, real n*gga, what's up?

[Verse 13: Wale]
(?)
Black 3 Cement, sag jean sitting—low
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
Youngin is 21, we playing (?)
Probably f*ck up your budget, yea, I’m playing with numbers
Put that sh*t on whatever, we running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab—you know I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain’t tricking if you got it
Designer sh*t, though I’m modest, astonishing to be honest
Obama sh*t on my arm, a presidential—you got it?
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talking
On n*ggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double-M-G harder than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you n*ggas is (?)
Yea I’m on that ball sh*t, boy you with that soft sh*t
‘Fore he hit the room, hear a “Vroom!” from the Porsche b*tch
“On that Yamaha, pardon me, that’s Meek and them”
She say she is not a groupie, “I just wanna speak to them!”
You lying though, ha, you trying to go
Apply smoke and watch the motherf*cking pride go
These little b*tches is little b*tches, we never love ‘em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
Stepping on ‘em, they slept on us, I'm now NoDoz
Whoever want it, they better note that I’m so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your b*tch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she need is like an L
That’s why I never trust a ho, no, never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore I leave
f*ck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You n*ggas keep sleeping, you gon’ need to meet Krueger
I can’t stand no motherf*cking Hoover
I’ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably abuse it
Around me, my crew, your b*tch probably throw two up
Party with b*tches that throw parties too much
We skip right to f*cking, they call you to do lunch
And what—deuce up! Out

[Verse 14: Juicy J]
Cop a pound, come a pound, roll a pound, blow it down
Call a ho, its goin down, Juicy J from stoner town
Originality where Mary Jane control the sound
Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time
Hash, kef oils in the gas mask we be doin numbers like its math class
Match one, n*gga don't you know im match back
Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract
Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour diesel got me swerving
Im swerving, right up on the curbing
Big bong rips, got my chest hurting
Purp naps, in the Marriott sweet
I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet
So make sure you know its only taylors if we meet
If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean
Blood came through and just dropped off a load
And I ain't sellin sh*t everything gettin smoked
Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep
Taylor Gang b*tch 10 pounds every week

[Verse 15: Berner]
Bern ima rep for my city, im on two blue pills and got the room smelling p*ssy
Ask, I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air, lost your b*tch to the game, f*ck it life isn't fair
Im too chill, 2 mil re caught with my rap money
Two or three pads bad b*tches roll the planes for me
Two strains that my new nickname, cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame
Stunt, grown man with a coat on, trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on
But ya I love how i'm living, I just left the night club im in bed with 3 women
Too high, too fly, big belly cause I eat good
Blew 30 grand on drinks, I better sleep good
Bag full of sh*t you probably seen in my twitpics
Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good di*k
Ya im so slow motion in an s class floating hard to keep my eyes open
A king pin I keep weed by the elbow
Skin all itchy tonight, im sippin yellow

[Verse 16: Tyga]
T-Raww, skinny n*gga, big balls
f*ck around and get dragged: RuPaul
You funny little n*gga, Duval
Out of this world, Total Recall
Call a b*tch, ride di*k like a seesaw
Sorta like a donkey, act a ass n*gga hee-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 LA n*gga, 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, f*ck her never call her back
Matt Forte got the b*tch running back
Damn, That’s the motto you don’t know it’s like that

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