[Lyric] The Motto (Ev B, Wes B)

[Verse 1: We$ B]
We at the club finna taste a dime
I'm a trending topic cuz I'm on my grind
Girl what's your sign oh you a Gemini
I'm a Libra so let me hit it from behind
Put that pussy in my palm with no panties on
Ima blow when I write my pen is a hand bomb
The OG kush got a niggas head gone
The homies all bloods so don't step into the red zone
For real though my dick is her dildo
I'm going all in while her face in my pillow
I'm hustling always balling no off days
At the bar with yo bitch taking shots like a gun range
Ev B what's up tell them hoes what's bracking
We active aiming for that number one bracket
Got a buzz in the city while a niggas trapping
I'm counting money on the table with your bitch on the mattress
AY! I hold heat put this on repeat
Swag on top now that's word to young E
Accustomed to the finest and I'm still the flyest
Driving with my bitch rolling weed without a license
You can catch me in the kitchen cooking over the pyrex
Paper transactions laying low from the sirens
No delaying we got bad bitches waiting
Speakers in the back and all them hoes saying
[Chorus: Drake]
Now she wants a photo you already know though
You only live once that's the motto nigga YOLO
And we bout it everyday everyday everyday
Like we sitting on the bench nigga we don't really play
Every everyday fuck what anybody say
Can't see em cuz the money's in the way
Real nigga wassup

[Verse 2: Ev B]
2 times fuck 1 time
This lil niggas brighter than the sunshine
4 yeah that's my favorite number
All these lowlife niggas swear they trynna take my under
It's Pasadena we in this bitch
Throw up a chunky P know you seeing this bitch
And if a beat drops know E on that shit
That's my initial but I'm a G on that shit
After I get sucked up she gets dicked down
I beat the pussy up call me Chris Brown
Talk reckless that's treason
Nigga money talks mines screaming
Yeah I'm so athletic I'm addicted to this rap shit I got a rap fetish
Petty rappers steady trynna imitate me
Yo the rellies got the heavy so we finna taste three
She tongue kiss my lower head
When I skeet skeet skeet she go to bed
I can make an athiest say oh my god
We be fucking on camera but no tripod
[Chorus: Drake]
Now she wants a photo you already know though
You only live once that's the motto nigga YOLO
And we bout it everyday everyday everyday
Like we sitting on the bench nigga we don't really play
Every everyday fuck what anybody say
Can't see em cuz the money's in the way
Real nigga wassup