[Verse 1: Drake]

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

Type of money, everybody acting 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 on 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 mil', uh

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay, okay

Gettin' 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, shout to Gibbo

We got Santa Margherita by the liter

She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her

Aww, 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, 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 callin' 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, doorknob

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 & Lil Wayne]

Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)

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?

Real nigga, what's up?

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?