The Motto [Bonus Track] Lyrics By Drake

• Artist Drake
• Featured Lil Wayne
• Title The Motto [Bonus Track]
• Album Take Care (Deluxe Version)

I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya?
Type of money everybody actin' like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still gettin' brain from a thing, ain't shit changed
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
Twenty five sittin' on twenty five mil', uh
I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for The Bay, okay
Gettin' paid, we'll holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune, light one, pass it like a relay
YMCMB, you **** more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbs
Shout to Gibo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her
I don't really need her, ah
That's how you feel, man?
That's really how you feel?
'Cause the pimpin' ice cold
All these bitches wanna chill
I mean, maybe she won't
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal
Real ****, what's up?
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once that's the motto ****, YOLO
And we 'bout it e'ry day, e'ry day, e'ry day
Like we sittin' on the bench
****, we don't really play
E'ry day, e'ry day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real **** what's up?
One time, fuck one time
I'm callin' **** out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a **** would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted, door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head
**** 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 shit sweet, **** 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
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once that's the motto ****, YOLO
And we 'bout it e'ry day, e'ry day, e'ry day
Like we sittin' on the bench
****, we don't really play
E'ry day, e'ry day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real ****, what's up?
Real ****, what's up?
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once that's the motto ****, YOLO
And we 'bout it e'ry day, e'ry day, e'ry day
Like we sittin' on the bench
****, we don't really play
E'ry day, e'ry day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real ****, what's up?