Motto

Rick Rock beats (motto)
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That's my motto, pop bottles, I rock with bosses and capos
A walkin' check, I'm the Lotto, about my chicken and waffles
I roll my weed like a flautas, it ain't no seeds and no stems
I wear them Keith & James brims, rich nigga sittin' on Ms

It's plenty paper that's doable, check my background, it's musical
I grew up around meds, pharmaceuticals, not the feds
Livin' life on the edge, unpredictable where it's headed
I said what I said and I'ma keep it where I said it

Solidness is embedded, my DNA and genetics
And I don't listen to rappers that music ain't got no message
Makin' that fetti, my specialty, bein' broke ain't my pedigree
Like an old Western movie, I like to drink and get whiskey, bitch, that's my-

Alright, I ain't trippin'
Gettin' to the chicken, that's the mission
Nigga, that's my motto
She pick me, she hit the lotto (yeah)
She can ride if she hot though
Nigga, that's my motto, motto
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Nigga, that's my motto
Nigga, that's my motto, motto
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Nigga, that's my motto

Nigga, look, fuck around and your shit took
Read a book, I kick ass, I'm Bigfoot
I sit, observe, and curve 'em like a fish hook
I'm in the suburbs swervin' with your bitch, look
We burn rubber, me, her, and her lover
That's my motto, hit the lotto, pick a number
I'm feelin' froggy, might jump in a bitch throat
Fuckin' with Doggy Dogg, nigga, that's all she wrote

Don't be talkin' money, but you're always broke
You can get the back with all the pistol smoke
Let me handle my business, nigga, back up in this bitch
Captain Crippin', don't miss the motto

Alright, I ain't trippin'
Gettin' to the chicken, that's the mission
Nigga, that's my motto
She pick me, she hit the lotto (yeah)
She can ride if she hot though
Nigga, that's my motto, motto
Motto, motto
Nigga, that's my motto
Nigga, that's my motto, motto
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Nigga, that's my motto (yo)

You know my M-O-double-T-O (ayy)
I ain't checkin' in, tell my PO
I'm in Rio with a creole
And her homegirl, we a trio
I'll deliver your fuckin' liver
On a platter, reconsider
Fuckin' with Jack Tripper who ain't lookin' for a zipper
Who ain't lookin' for a stripper
Nigga lookin' for ten figures
Yeah, I only fuck with the realest
Snoop Dogg with the Crips
40 with the lingo, $hort with a bitch

I got a lot of bitches and I'm fuckin' 'em all
They in my office like Platinum plaques on the wall
Too $hort, but I stand tall
My favorite word (bitch), I'm about to call (ayy)

I don't sell dreams, I give hope
Smokin' my weed is like smokin' dope
Hangin' out with me is like a fantasy
The wildest lil' chick can't handle me
I only spit game, I don't say whatever
And when I get dressed, it's Raider colors
I feel like I can do anything
Just gotta keep that positive energy

Alright, I ain't trippin'
Gettin' to the chicken, that's the mission
Nigga, that's my motto
She pick me, she hit the lotto (yeah)
She can ride if she hot though
Nigga, that's my motto, motto
Motto, motto
Nigga, that's my motto
Nigga, that's my motto, motto (ayy)
Motto, motto
Nigga, that's my motto

Alright (alright)



Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Ricardo Thomas, Earl T. Stevens, Calvin Broadus, Todd Anthony Shaw
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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