Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Motto , by - Real Instrumentals. Song from the album Pop Instrumentals Top 50, in the genre Release date: 31.01.2013
Record label: KaraO.K
Song language: English
The Motto |
| I’m the f*ckin man, you 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 ain’t much to do |
| Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne |
| Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t sh*t changed |
| How you feel? |
| how you feel? |
| how you feel? |
| Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil uhh |
| I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself |
| Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay |
| Getting paid well 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 nig*as more YMCA |
| Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo |
| Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbo, shout to Gibo |
| We got Santa Margarita by the liter |
| She know even if I’m f*ckin with her, I don’t really need her |
| Aohhh, That’s how you feel man? |
| That’s really how you feel? |
| Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these b*tches wanna chill |
| I mean maybe she won’t |
| Then again maybe she will |
| I can almost guarantee she know the deal |
| Real ni*ga what’s up? |
| Now she want a photo |
| You already know though |
| You only live once: that’s the motto ni*ga YOLO and |
| We bout it every day, every day, every day |
| Like we sittin' on the bench, nig*a we don’t really play |
| Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say |
| Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way |
| Real ni*ga what’s up? |
| One, time f*ck one time |
| I’m calling ni*gas out like the umpire |
| Seven, grams in the blunt |
| Almost drowned in her pu*sy so I swam to her butt |
| It’s Eastside, we in this b*tch |
| Wish a ni*ga 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 sh*t |
| I’m f*cked up, torn down |
| I’m twisted: door knob |
| Talk stupid, off with your head! |
| Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! |
| Yea! |
| 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 ni*gas 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 ni*ga YOLO and |
| We bout it every day, every day, every day |
| Like we sittin on the bench, ni*ga we don’t really play |
| Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say |
| Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way |
| Real ni*ga what’s up what’s up what’s up |
| T Raw, skinny nig*a big balls |
| F*ck around get dragged, Ru Paul |
| You a funny little ni*ga, Duval |
| Out of this world, Total Recall |
| Call a b*tch raw d*ck let her see-saw |
| Sorta like a donkey like an a*s nig*a he-haw |
| Ridin round in the 'rari with the top off |
| While you in the window man I’m probably on my next car |
| Ay! |
| Mighty duck with the ice on |
| Real L.A. nig*a trucks with the gun drawn |
| Drawin on your face you a clown jack in the box |
| Boy that’s your bop she my new poom poom star |
| Stars in the back and my homies they don’t act |
| Actin brand new f*ck her never call her back |
| Matt Forte got the b*tch running back |
| Man that’s the motto you ain’t know it’s like that? |
| Now she want a photo |
| You already know though |
| You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO and |
| We bout it every day, every day, every day |
| Like we sittin on the bench, ni*ga we don’t really play |
| Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say |
| Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way |
| Real ni*ga what’s up what’s up what’s up |