Текст песни Drake feat Lil Wayne - The Motto

[Verse 1: Drake]
I’m the f*ckin’ man, y’all don’t get it, do ya?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, b*tch
Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, f*ckin’ women, there ain’t much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit changed
How you feel how you feel how you feel?
Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil
I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’m-a do it for the Bay
Getting paid, we’ll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don’t really need a mascot
I tell Tune “light one, pass it like a relay”
YMCMB, you n*ggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie and Marley Marl 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*cking 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*tches wanna chill
I’m thinking maybe she won’t
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real n*gga, wassup?

[Hook: 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 seem em cause the money in the way
Real n*gga, wassup?

[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 pussy 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 shit
I’m f*cked up, torn down
I’m twisted: door knob
Talk stupid?, off with your head!
N*gga, 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 shit 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

[Hook: 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 seem em cause the money in the way
Real n*gga, wassup?