[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 n***as 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 n***a, what's up?
[Chorus: Drake]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, n***a, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, n***a, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real n***a, what's up?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
One time, fuck one time
I'm callin' n***as 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 n***a 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
N***a, 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, n***as 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, n***a, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, n***a, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real n***a, what's up?
Real n***a, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, n***a, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, n***a, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real n***a, what's up?