The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: 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
Dont I talk nasty, she dont 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 aint gotta lie, they know Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 with the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

Yall niggas talk like bitches do
Same niggas in the district giving interviews
I got killers on my team thatll get at you
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

[Verse 2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag jean sitting - low
Effortless flow, a couple sumn a show
Youngin is 21, we playing (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im 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, aint tricking it you got it
Designer shit, though Im 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 is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the Porsche bitch
On that Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I just wanna speak to them!
You lying though, you trying to 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
Im trying to go though, yall already know though
Stepping on em, they slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better note that Im 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 (?), all she need is like an L
Thats 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 (Cuba?)
I cant stand no motherfucking Hoover
Ima 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 (?)
And what deuce up
Out