Motto (Rick Rock beats)
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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 and 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
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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 fishhook
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 hoe
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, motto, motto, motto-)
(Yeah, you know)
Nigga, that's my (motto, motto, motto, motto)
Nigga, that's my (motto, motto, motto, motto-)
Ah-yo (woo-woo), you know my M-O, double-T-O
I ain't checkin' in, tell my PO
I'm in Rio with a creole
And her homegirl, we are 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 'on'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 dresses, 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, motto, motto, motto-)
Nigga, that's my (motto, motto, motto, motto)
Nigga, that's my (motto, motto, motto, motto-)
(Woo-woo)
Alright