Sir Mix-a-lot - The Motto lyrics

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Sir Mix-a-lot - The Motto lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake] I'm the f**in' man, y'all don't get it, do ya? Type of money, everybody acting like they know ya Go Uptown, New York City, b**h Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami, too Clubbing hard, f**ing women, there ain't much to do Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne Still getting brain from a thang, ain't sh** 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, pa** it like a relay" YMCMB, you n***as 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**ing with her, I don't really need her That's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel? Cause the pimpin ice cold, all these b**hes wanna chill I mean maybe she won't but then again maybe she will I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real n***a, what's up? [Hook: Drake] Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto, n***a, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin 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: Lil Wayne] One...time? f** one time I'm calling n***as out like the umpire Seven...grams in the blunt Almost drowned in her p**y so I swam to her bu*t It's Eastside, we in this b**h Wish a n***a would, like a tree in this b**h And if a leaf fall put some weed in that b**h That's my MO, add a B to that sh** I'm f**ed up, tore down I'm twisted: door knob Talk stupid? Off with your head! n***a, money talks, and Mr. Ed I'm so Young Money Got a drum on the gun, Energizer bunny Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar Ain't sh** sweet? n***as on the street like hookers I tongue kiss her other tongue Skeet skeet skeet: water gun Oh my God, Becky, look at her bu*t! Tunechi [Hook: Drake] Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto, n***a, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin 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? Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto, n***a, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin 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? [Produced by T-Minus]

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