Tyga - The Motto lyrics

I'm the f**in' man, you don't get it do ya? Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya Go uptown, New York City b**h Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too Clubbing hard, f**in' women ain't much to do Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne Still getting brain from a thang, ain't sh** changed How you feel? How you feel? How you feel? Twenty five sittin' on twenty-five 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 wen ever that stop My team good, we don't really need a mascot Tell Tune "light one, pa** it like a relay" YMCMB you n***as more YMCA Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo We got Santa Margarita by the liter She know even if I'm f**in' with her, I don't really need her Ahhh, That's how you feel man? That's really how you feel? Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these b**hes wanna chill I mean maybe she won't Then again maybe she will I can almost guarantee she know the deal Real n***a wa**ap [Chorus] Now she want a photo Ya You already know though You only live once, that's the motto n***a YOLO We 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, n***a we don't really play Every day, every day, f** what anybody say Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way Real n***a wa**up? One, time f** one time I'm calling n***as out like the umpire Seven, grams in the blunt Almost drowned in her p**y so I swam to her bu*t It's Eastside, we in this b**h Wish a n***a would like a tree in this b**h And if a leaf fall put some weed in that b**h That's my MO add a B to that sh** I'm f**ed up, torn down I'm twisted: door knob Talk stupid, off with your head! n***a money talks and Mr Ed! Ya I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun Energizer bunny Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar Ain't sh** sweet n***as on the street like hookers I tongue kiss her other tongue Skeet skeet skeet: water gun Oh my God Becky look at her bu*t Tunechi [Chorus] Wa**ap wa**ap Real n***a wa**up Real n***a wa**up [Chorus] Wa**ap, wa**ap