Drake - The Motto (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: 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** n***as get low Ask them who they riding with, them real n***as 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**h 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 p**y n***as 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***as won something Young going in, ain't even won something The b**h 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? [Hook: Drake] Say she want a photo, you already know though You only live once, that's the motto, n***a, YOLO We bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sitting on the bench, n***a, we don't really play Every day, every day, f** what anybody say Can't see em cause the money in the way, real n***a what's up? [Verse 2: 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***as, 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***a used to f** with that barely-could-eat money Now I got that Ma**u Missa, Nobu, Phillipe money,what's up? What you know about that p**y on the Perignon Thug n***a, 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***a, what's up? [Hook]