DRAKE - Westcoast Motto lyrics
rate meI’m WG, every girl know, reggie bush you a see
I be hitting hoes
Your girlfriend wanna ride me like a limo
So I’m bout to release this dragon like cisco
Thousand dollar tickets I ain’t needing from the pam
The city behind me like I’m running for the mayor
Shout out to the baby I’ma do it for the late
God blessed with so many gifts I need a sack
Yeah I go get it, yeah, yeah I go get it
If the price right, I’m having sex with an old woman
I’m living good, yeah I put that on the hood
I been …baby get it understood
49 of game sideline with the homies
Back to the crib, fuck my girl to some codeys
Trappin in the house I’m putting on for the city
I’m just fucking round you know, I make love when I’m 60
Got a stripper from Milano with a booty like Nicky
All we do is have …no bite marks or hickies, hey yeh
And she like that, ain’t talking bout mac but I mac
Ain’t talking bout legos but I stack
I had your girl getting naked on …
Then I leave your, girl laying like a yoyo
Players only live once, that’s the motto baby polo
[Hook]
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, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Rap nigga wassup? Hey, saucer in the house
You ain’t talking money, put a muzzle in your mouth
Course, cash in the mouse, broads at the house,
Getting smashed on the couch
Flight, somewhere down south, and I’m somewhere in the front
Cause there’s somebody to count
Money, in all of my accounts, show my lil homies what this balling is about
Got the rollies on my wrist, …on my neck,
Say is that Elvis Presley, no I said this is Malcolm x
Why you so unfamous I say if you into rap?
But do it make a difference, why you interested in that?
Miss me with the catch, see I’m the type to hit you once and never call you back
See I’m the type of nigga hear my song and throw a stack
When they play this in the club you got ass throw it back
Hey, hey, you already know though, my bag Louis steward and my drawers demis polo
I smell like Wyat Cell and I dress like I’m from…
That’s the motto baby, ok
[Hook]
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, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Breakfast blunt, only table, a couple thrower breads in my table
Hog in the pen, biscuits and gem, dog is the man
Start to my levy’s money on my …
More shit for the fleas eyes,
Laid low as I ease by
The cat in the hat, the dog with it all
With the clicks and the clacks, and the trick to the trap
E to the smack, weed to the crack,
And the front an outback
On the west coast, yeah dog got that
You rolling with rips …shout out to my big homie clipside
Yeah, he at the bottom and we keep it g though
My homie he a …everyday, that’s what it is
Protect your grill and guard your wheel
Cause niggas getting ripped off, and that cute little bitch got you tipped off
Drifted off to the land where the beasts at
Put my hand in the sand, doggy dog is the beast at
Roxanne is a peach, behind closed doors she’s a motherfucking beast
And she love getting suckers when they come from out of town
Hands up, pick em up, stick em up, now lay it down
Boy don’t fuck around, everyday, that’s how I pop, can’t call the cops
Shit don’t stop, everyday in L.A., nigga gotta get paid
Deuces, no game thruthes, all activity, everyday lb shit
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
