YOUNG JEEZY

YOUNG JEEZY - The Motto lyrics

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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Back it on up, baby girl, get low

I’mma double your money, better buy you some blow

When the choppers come out, the fuck niggas get low

Ask them who they riding with, them real niggas say, “Snow”

That’s how you feeling, that’s how you feeling, that’s how you feeling

Album just dropped, I should do it by the millions

Told my downstairs neighbor I’m bout to buy the whole building

Like Club Amnesia, I’ll remove the whole ceiling

While your bitch looking over here like she want something

My partner’s so high, looking like he on something

Johnson & Johnson, got the kitchen full of powder

We ain’t playing around here, we take choppers in the shower

One hand on the trigger, other hand on the soap

Big gold medallion, call it swag on a rope

Shooters on call all day like CERTs

We at you pussy niggas all day like virgins

K.O.D., we heard you ran out ones

Missed the whole club, must have ran out of funds

Twos on deck, the ones in the air

Blonde laced fronts, ones all in the air

Snowing gears, popping bottles like them niggas won something

Young going in, ain’t even won something

The bitch you got with you so fine, I might tip her

Say she work at Macy’s, got a body like a stripper, what’s up?

[Hook: Drake]

Say she want a photo, you already know though

You only live once, that’s the motto, nigga, YOLO

We bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sitting 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?

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Gangster Gibbs, ho, I’m never scared

Flip seven things, go and get a Seven Series

Shorty hit me with that neck when it’s necessary

Ciroc-ed out, coconut, she on the red berry

Panamera photo, but you already know though

Couple hundred niggas, Corporate Thuggin’ be the logo

Got my chopper from a Cuban and my ‘caine from a cholo

Me and Young be the rap game Tony and Manolo

What’s up? Nino and G Money

I blood with them B’s and C’s from D-Money

A nigga used to fuck with that barely-could-eat money

Now I got that Massu Missa, Nobu, Phillipe money,what’s up?

What you know about that pussy on the Peringnon

Thug nigga, keep the kush up in his carry-on

Birds for the thirty-three, I got my Larry on

Where the thong at? Freddie home; real nigga, what’s up?

[Hook]

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