The Motto (Remix) lyrics

by

Rihanna


[Produced by T-Minus]

[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 really need a mascot
Tell Tune, "Light one, pass it like 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?
[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 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 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!
[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 3: 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
[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?
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