Wale - The Motto (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Bottle after bottle, model after model Spending all this paper like I f**ing hit the lotto All I know is YOLO, n***a, that's the motto Ricky told me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'em And I got 'em every day, every day Bad b**h and she gon f** me every way, never stay Once I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way Young n***a from the bottom and I never had a way I really went from whipping 62's to whipping 62's Ain't none of my n***as Crip, and we giving n***as the blues We buying they hoes bags, getting they b**hes shoes You wondering why she ain't f**ing, we winning, n***a you lose Yeah, I'm flexing I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace And all my diamonds clear, they VVS'ing I turn into a toilet on these n***as, they BS-ing Two fingers, did it on 'em Hold up, I really sh**ted 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 in 'em With my red P hat, n***a 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 dick and ask her for some feedback Like “Shorty, do you love this dick? You know who you f**ing with?” Grab her by her weave, smack her a** like you f**ing b**h Don't I talk nasty, she don't know my government But she gon' get this dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof Bad b**hes waving at me, real n***as salute I ain't gotta lie, they know I'm the truth And I ain't gotta say I'm fly, this G5 with the crew I'm in the air b**h, diamonds clear b**h Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer sh** I hear these haters talking, but I don't hear sh** ‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid Y'all n***as talk like b**hes do Same n***as in the district giving interviews I got k**ers on my team that'll get at you 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** up your budget, yea, I'm playing with numbers Put that sh** 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 it you got it Designer sh**, though I'm modest, astonishing to be honest Obama sh** on my arm, a presidential, you got it? Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them n***as 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***as is (?) Yea I'm on that ball sh**, boy you with that soft sh** ‘Fore he hit the room, hear a “Vroom!” from the Porsche b**h “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, you trying to go Apply smoke and watch the motherf**ing pride go These little b**hes is little b**hes, 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, (?) 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**h 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 a** ‘fore I leave f** a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced You n***as keep sleeping, you gon' need to meet Krueger I can't stand no motherf**ing Hoover I'ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it Around me, my crew, your b**h probably throw two up Party with b**hes that throw parties too much We skip right to f**ing, they call you to do lunch And what – deuce up Out