The Motto (Cover)

Whoa-oa-oa Whoa-oa-oa Whoa-oa-oa Real homie, what's up? [Verse 1] I'm the f*ckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya? Type of money, everybody acting like they know ya Go Uptown, New York City, bitch Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami, too Clubbing hard, fucking 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? 25, sitting on 25 mill I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the Bay Okay, getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop My team good, we don't really need a mascot Tell Tune, "Light one, pass it like a relay" YMCMB, you homies more YMCA Me, Franny, and Mally Mall 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 bitches wanna chill I mean maybe she won't but then again maybe she will I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real homie, what's up? [Hook] Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto, homie, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin on the bench, baby, 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 homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Whoa-oa-oa Whoa-oa-oa Whoa-oa-oa [Verse 2] One...time? Fuck one time I'm calling homies out like the umpire Seven...grams in the blunt Almost drowned in her (laughs) so I swam to her butt It's Eastside, we in this bitch Wish a homie 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 messed up, tore down I'm twisted: door knob Talk stupid? Off with your head! Money talks, 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? People 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] Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto, baby, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin on the bench, baby, 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 homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto, baby, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin on the bench, baby, 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 homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up? Real homie, what's up?