No Motive

I don't want no regular motive
I don't want no regular motive
Ay, ay, no gas in the car, it's a motor
Ay, ay, ay

All of these bitches got motives (motives)
Benz truck, I can barely control it (skrrt)
Heart cold, it's cold as the Cola (the Cola)
I just wanna fuck, just let me come over (let me come over)
I don't even know what's up in my cup (what's up in my cup)
This double cup got me leanin' (leanin')
To the M's, I run it up (I run it up)
Late night, I'm plottin' and schemin' (schemin')

She wanna shake it, I'm breakin' her back (I'm breakin' her back, yeah)
This not a Charger, way faster than a 'Cat, skrrt (way faster than a 'Cat, yeah)
I run my bands up (I run my bands up)
This trap shit'll move in on camera
He got them bales, not bammer (not bammer)
Stick him up, hold him for ransom (yeah)

I like my bitches petite ('tite)
Real classy, but in rooms, she a freak (yeah)
Chanel, it cover my feet (yeah)
Bustdown Patek, no sleep (yeah)

In the club, throwin' bands on a dancer
She ride the dick with her hands up (her hands up)
My diamonds shine bright, Rihanna (Rihanna)
Got a million in cash on the counter (on the counter)

Performin' on stage with my blick, uh (my blick)
Look at the flick of my wrist, uh (yeah)
I told the bitch spit on my dick, uh (spit)
Your nigga, he broke, and I'm rich (I'm rich)

This Tesla I drive with no motor (no motor)
Yeah, electric, it's fast, I'm floatin' (yoom)
Incognito, don't know where I'm goin' (yeah)
All of these bitches annoyin'
Ay, ay, ay

All of these bitches got motives (got motives)
Benz truck, I can barely control it (control it)
Heart cold, it's cold as the Cola (it's cold)
I just wanna fuck, just let me come over (let me come over)
I don't even know what's up in my cup (what's up in my cup, yeah)
This double cup got me leanin' (yeah)
To the M's, I run it up (yeah)
Late night, I'm plottin' and schemin' (yeah)

She wanna shake it, I'm breakin' her back (I'm breakin' her back, yeah, yeah)
This not a Charger, way faster than a 'Cat, skrrt (way faster than a 'Cat, yeah, yeah)
I run my bands up
This trap shit'll move in on camera (on camera)
He got them bales, not bammer (not bammer)
Stick him up, hold him for ransom (phrr)

Yeah
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Keyanta Bullard, Joel Puente, Colm Whyte, Hinton Otis Ray Jr, Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo
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