The Motto

That's the motto. Throw it back with no chaser, with no trouble. Pop it, add more, baby, let's make some bubbles. Puffing on that gelato. Wanna be seeing 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, we know, we know, we know. That's the motto. Drop a blues and pop a few shammies. Throwing that molly like you just want the Ghetto. Woke up, now pulled up summer. Making that bread and butter. Don't tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto. Drop a few blues and pop a few shammies. Throwing that molly like you just want the Ghetto. Woke up, pulled up summer. Making that bread and butter. Don't tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto. That's the motto. Hopped in the Range, can't feel my face, the Window's down. Back to my place, my birthday cake is coming Out. The weight is hitting like I could go All night. No, I'm not bloodshot eyes. It's all my dream, 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, we know, we know, we know. That's the motto. Drop a few blues and pop a few shammies. Throwing that molly like you just want the ghetto. Woke now pulled up summer. Making that bread and butter. Don't tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto. Drop a few blues and pop few shammies. Throwing that molly like you just want the Ghetto. Woke up, pulled up summer. Making that bread and butter. Don't tell me that I just stutter. That's the motto