The Motto

That's the motto. Throwback one, no chaser with no trouble. Poppin' that Moët, baby, let's make some bubbles. Puffin' on that Gerado'. Wanna be seein' double. Gotta do what you gotta. Believe it. We ain't got no plans to leave here. Tell all your friends to be here. We ain't gonna sleep all weekend. Oh, you know, you know, you know that's the Motto, mmm. Drop a few pills and pop a few champagne Bottles, mmm. Blowin' that money like you just won the lotto, Mmm. We been up all damn summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me, did I just stutter? That's the motto, mmm. Drop a few pills and pop a few champagne Bottles, mmm. Blowin' that money like you just won the lotto, Mmm. We been up all damn summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me, did I just stutter? That's the motto. Hopped in the Range, can't feel my face, the Windows down. Back to my place, my birthday cake is coming Out. The way it's hittin' like I could do All night. Don't want no blushy eyes. So hold my drink, let's believe it. We ain't got no plans to leave here. Tell all your friends to be here. We ain't gonna sleep all weekend. Oh, you know, you know that's the motto, Mmm. Drop a few pills and pop a few Champagne bottles, mmm. Blowin' that money like you just won the lotto, Mmm. We been up all damn summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me, did I just stutter? That's the motto, mmm. Drop a few pills and pop few champagne bottles, Mmm. Blowin' that money like you just won the Lotto, mmm. We been up all damn summer. Makin' that bread and butter. Tell me, did I just stutter? That's the motto.