Lyrics Motorola - $NOT

Motorola

Ahaha
Ayy, put the volume up
Alright, good, whoa, aye
Yuh
Ayy, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones
Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome
One bite, two bite, now I’m on the moon
Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room
Ayy, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones (Ayy)
Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome (Yuh)
One bite, two bite, now I’m on the moon
Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room, ayy, whoa (Hold up)
Hold up, hold up, ayy
Press the pause on my life then I hit resume (Resume)
Yellow car, foreign car, in a Bentley coupe
Ice on my wrist, lemonade, sweet juice (Juice)
Fly to the sky, stretch wings like a bird
Head to the moon, land safe on the dirt (Yuh)
Rest in peace you niggas, put you on a fuckin' shirt (Haha)
I be in my mansion drinkin' ginseng tea (Ah)
Pink, yellow diamonds comin' out the Fiji Sea
Bad bitch, dragon tattoos on her ass
She gon' love me for whatever 'cause I got the cash
Ricky Martin, bitches love my fashion
Pull up to yo' blood’s crib, ask him, «What's brackin'?»
(What's brackin'?)
I want all my net while I’m drinkin' fuckin' Sprite (Ah)
Don’t mix it with no ice 'cause I don’t like, nah
I remember when I was a kid, ridin' bikes
Now I’m drivin', windows low, cups full of ice (Who dat?)
Lookin' at the sky, whoa, diamonds shinin' bright (Bright)
Ballin' on these niggas, now they call me head coach (Coach)
Steppin' on these niggas, now they is a fuckin' roach (Ugh)
Fuck on yo' bitch, dick cheese, not choke (Ayy)
She need my bag quick, ASAP, pronto (Hahaha)
Ayy, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones (Yuh)
Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome
One bite, two bite, now I’m on the moon
Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room
Ayy, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones (Ayy)
Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome
One bite, two bite, now I’m on the moon
Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room, ayy, whoa