[Produced by T-Minus]

[Verse 1: Drake]

I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do ya?

Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew ya

Go Uptown, New York City, bitch

Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura

Tell Uncle Luke, "I'm out in Miami, too"

Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do

Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne

Still gettin' brain from a thang, ain't shit changed

How you feel how you feel how you feel?

Twenty-five, sitting on twenty-five mill'

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 fuckin' with her, I don't really need her, aw

That's how you feel, man? That's really how you feel?

Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches 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?

[Chorus: 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, fuck what anybody say

Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

One time? Fuck one time

I'm calling niggas out like the umpire

Seven grams in the blunt

Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt

It's Eastside, we in this bitch

Wish a nigga would, like a tree in this bitch

And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch

That's my MO, add a B to that shit

I'm fucked 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!

[Chorus: 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, fuck what anybody say

Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?

[Verse 3: Tyga]

T-Raww, skinny nigga, big balls

Fuck around and get dragged: RuPaul

You funny little nigga, Duval

Out of this world, Total Recall

Call a bitch, ride dick like a seesaw

Sorta like a donkey, act a ass, nigga, hee-haw

Ridin' 'round in the 'Rari wit the top off

While you in the window, man, I'm probably on my next car (Huh)

Aight, mighty duck with the ice on

Real L.A. nigga, chucks with the gun drawn

Drawing on your face, you're a clown, jack in the box

Boy, that's your bop, she my new pum pum star

Stars in the back, them my homies, they don't act

Acting brand new, fuck her, never call her back

Matt Forte got the bitch running back

Damn, that's the motto you don't know it's like that

[Chorus: 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, fuck what anybody say

Can't see 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?