作词 : Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl / Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl / Carter, Dwayne
I'm the ****in' man, y'all don't get it, do ya
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, *****
Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami, too
Clubbing hard, ****ing women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
25, sitting on 25 mill, uh
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'm-a do it for the Bay
Okay, getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune, Light one, pass it like a relay
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Franny, and Mally Mall at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm ****ing with her, I don't really need her
Aww, that's how you feel, man That's really how you feel
Cause the pimpin ice cold, all these *****es wanna chill
I mean maybe she won't but then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, what's up
Hook: Drake
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, **** what anybody say
Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up
Verse 2: Lil Wayne
One...time **** one time
I'm calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven...grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her ***** so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this *****
Wish a nigga would, like a tree in this *****
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that *****
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm ****ed up, tore down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid Off with your head
Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed, yeah
I'm so Young Money
Got a drum on the gun, Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet Niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt Tunechi
Hook: Drake
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, **** what anybody say
Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up
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, **** what anybody say
Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up