The Motto (Feat. Wale) - Meek Mill

Bottle after bottle, model after model

Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the lotto

All I know is YOLO, nigga, that’s the motto

Ricky told me, «Get em,» and I told him that I got ‘em

And I got ‘em every day, every day

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Once I hit it, then I’m dipping that-a-way, that-a-way

Young nigga from the bottom and I never had a way

I really went from whipping 62′s to whipping 62′s

Ain’t none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

You wondering why she ain’t fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Yeah, I’m flexing

I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace

And all my diamonds clear, they VVS’ing

I turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing

Two fingers, did it on ‘em

Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em

I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on ‘em

It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly in ‘em

With my red P hat, nigga you know we back

I’m going to Houston, I heard that’s where they cheap at

I done put them Percs down, think I’m 'bout to relapse

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Like «Shorty, do you love this dick?

You know who you fucking with?»

Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitch

Don’t I talk nasty, she don’t know my government

But she gon' get this dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint

Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I ain’t gotta lie, they know I’m the truth

And I ain’t gotta say I’m fly, this G5 with the crew

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit

I hear these haters talking, but I don’t hear shit

‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

Y’all niggas talk like bitches do

Same niggas in the district giving interviews

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Black 3 cement, sag jeans sittin -low

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Youngin is 21, we playing?

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, I’m playing with numbers

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Liquor, lot of bottles, tab — you know I got it

Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain’t tricking if you got it

Designer shit, though I’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Obama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing

Double M G harder than anything that you part of

This professional ball, the best you niggas

Yea I’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

‘Fore he hit the room, hear the «Vroom!»

from the Porsche bitch

«On that Yamaha, pardon me, that’s Meek and them»

She say she is not a groupie, «I just wanna speak to them!»

You lying though, you tryna go

Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking pride go

These little bitches is little bitches, we never love ‘em

To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Stepping on ‘em, they slept on us

Whoever want it, they better note that I’m so focused

A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us

Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L

When she out, you looking in?, all she need is like an L

That’s why I never trust a ho, no never me

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore I leave

Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced

You niggas keep sleeping, you gon' need to meet?

I can’t stand no motherfucking Hoover

I’ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah

Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it

Around me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We skip right to fucking, they call you that dulush

And what, deuce up