The Motto

That's the motto. Throw it back with no chaser, with no trouble. Poppin' that Moët, baby, let's make some bubbles. Puffin' on that gelato. Wanna be seein' double. Gotta do what you gotta. Believe it. We ain't got no plans to leave here. Tell all of your friends to be here. We ain't gonna sleep all weekend. Oh, you know, you know, you know that's the Motto. Mm. Drop a few bills then pop a few Champagne bottles. Mm. Throwin' that money like you just won the Lotto. Mm. Whippin' that bowl up this summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto. Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne Bottles. Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto. Whippin' that bowl this summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto. That's the motto. Hopped in the Range, can't feel my face, the Windows down. Back to my place, my birthday cake is comin' Out. The wait is hittin' like I could go All night. Don't want no bloodshot eyes, So hold my drink. Let's believe it. We ain't got no plans to leave here. Tell all of your friends to be here. We ain't gonna sleep all weekend. Oh, you know, you know, you know that's the Motto. Mm. Drop a few bills then pop few champagne bottles. Mm. Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto. Mm. Whippin' that bowl up this summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto. Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne Bottles. Throwin' money like you just won the lotto. Whippin' that bowl up this summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto.