The Motto Lyrics

Bottle after bottle Motto after Motto Spending all this paper like I wp.. the f-cking lotto All I know is YOLO, nigga that’s the motto Ricky told me get ‘em and I told em that I got ‘em And I got ‘em erryday, erryday Bad b!tches gon f-ck me every way, never stay Once I get it, than I’m drippin’ that a way that a way Young, came up from the bottom and I never had a way I really went from wooping 62′s, to whippin 62′s Ain’t none of the homies crippin’ We giving b!tches the blues We buying? bags, get in they f-cking shoes You wonder why she ain’t f-cking you Winning nigga, you lose Yeah, I’m flexing, I pull up on the Ghost [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-motto-lyrics-meek-mill.html ] hundred on my necklace And my diamonds clear they VVS’ing I turn into a toilet on these? they BS’ing Two fingers, did it on ‘em Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milly on ‘em It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly on ‘em With my red P hat, you don’t know, we back ‘Bout to go to Houston, heard that’s where the chief at Hiding with the ? down I couldn’t get it man, get ready for that
Me and Wale finna drop to that real soon man I was just playing around Shout out to the homie Drizzy, all YMCMB MMG we in the building