The Motto- Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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
[Hook: Meek Mill]
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 2: 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