Drake - The Motto (Explicit) ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga Chords

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G#m

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Drake - The Motto (Explicit) ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga chords
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[E] So Andre, you wanted me to be a [N] strong black woman.
If you could see me now, sitting here in front of this camera, and the people that are in the room, you would be very proud.
So, this is just the beginning, and I'm still here, and as long as I'm here, you'll be here.
So, don't worry about it.
I got this.
I'm the fucking man.
Y'all don't get it, do you?
Hyper money, everybody acting like a million.
Go uptown New York City, bitch.
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Marlon Porter.
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too.
Clubbing hard, fucking women, they ain't mess you through.
Wrist blank, got a [D] condo up on Biscayne.
[G#m] Still getting brain from a thing, ain't shit changed.
How you feel, how you [D] feel, how you feel?
25 sitting on 25 mil, huh?
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself.
Rest in peace, Mac Dre.
I'ma do it for the bae, okay?
Getting paid, we'll holla whenever that stop.
My team good, we don't really need a mascot.
Tell Tone [G#] Light 1, [D#m] pass it like a relay.
Why I'm skiing B, you niggas more why I'm CA.
[G] Me, Franny, and Molly, Ma, let it tribble.
Chocos out the nickel, Dan Chubbs, start to give up.
We got [D] Santa Margarita by the leader.
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really [G] need her.
Ah, that's how you feel, man, that's really how you [N] feel.
Cause the pimpin' night's 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 nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know though.
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, [B] YOLO.
And we bout it every [C#] day, every [D] day, every day.
I be sitting on the [C#] bench, nigga, [F#] we don't really [B] play.
Every day, every [C#] day, fuck what [D] anybody say.
Can't see him cause the [C#] money in the [N] way, real nigga, what's up?
One time, fuck one time.
I'm calling niggas out like the umpire.
Seven grams in the blunt, almost drowned in the pussy.
So I swam to her butt, it's Eastside.
We in this, bitch, wish a nigga would.
I'm like a tree in this, bitch.
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that, bitch.
That's my M.O. at the beat of that shit.
I'm fucked up, pull [F#m] it down.
I'm twisted, go or not.
Talk stupid, off with your head.
Nigga money talks, and Mr.
Egg.
Yeah, [C#] I'm [D] so young [B] money, got a grum on the gun.
In the desert bunny, funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar ain't shit sweet.
Niggas on the street like hookers, I tongue kiss her other tongue.
Ski, ski, ski, water gun.
Oh my [C#] God, Becky, look at her butt.
Tune she.
Now she want a photo, you already know though.
You only live once, that's the [B] motto, nigga, YOLO.
And we about it every [C#] day, every [D] day, every day.
Baby [C#] sitting on the bench, nigga, [F#] we don't really [B] play.
Every day, every [C#] day, fuck what [D] anybody say.
Can't see him cause the [C#m] money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
T-Raw, skinny nigga, [D#m] big balls.
Fuck around, get dragged.
RuPaul, you a funny little nigga.
RuPaul, out of this world, total recall.
Call a bitch, ride dick, let her see saw.
Saw her like a donkey, act a ass, nigga, he ha ha.
Ridin' [G#] around in the ride with the top off.
While you in the window, man, I'm [G#m] probably on my next car.
Mighty Duke with the ice on.
Real LA nigga, [F#m] trucks with the gun drawn.
Drawing on your face, you a clown.
Jack in the box, boy, this your bop.
She my new poom poom star.
Stars in the back, then my homies, they don't act.
Acting brand new, fucking never call her back.
Matt Forte, got the bitch running back.
Damn, that's a model, you ain't know it's like that.
Now she want a photo, you already know though.
You only live once, that's a model, nigga, [B] yolo.
And we bout it every [C#] day, every [D] day, every day.
Hey, we [C#] sitting on the bench, nigga, [F#] we don't really [B] play.
Every day, every [C#] day, fuck what [D] anybody say.
Can't see him cause the [C#] money in the [B] way, real nigga, what's up?
What's up?
Real nigga, what's up?
Real nigga, what's up?
What's up?
[N]
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Learn the basic chords of Drake Feat. Lil Wayne - The Motto chords, with this master sequence: F#, B, C#, D, C#, D, B, C# and B. For best results, commence at 50 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 101. With an eye on the song's key C Minor, set the capo that best suits your vocal range.

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[E] So Andre, you wanted me to be a [N] strong _ _ black woman.
If you could see me now, sitting here in front of this camera, and the people that are in the room, _ you would be very proud.
So, this is just the beginning, and I'm still here, and as long as I'm here, you'll be here.
_ So, don't worry about it.
I got this. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm the fucking man.
Y'all don't get it, do you?
Hyper money, everybody acting like a million.
Go uptown New York City, bitch.
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Marlon Porter.
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too.
Clubbing hard, fucking women, they ain't mess you through.
Wrist blank, got a [D] condo up on Biscayne.
[G#m] Still getting brain from a thing, ain't shit changed.
How you feel, how you [D] feel, how you feel?
25 sitting on 25 mil, huh?
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself.
Rest in peace, Mac Dre.
I'ma do it for the bae, okay?
Getting paid, we'll holla whenever that stop.
My team good, we don't really need a mascot.
Tell Tone [G#] Light 1, [D#m] pass it like a relay.
Why I'm skiing B, you niggas more why I'm CA.
[G] Me, Franny, and Molly, Ma, let it tribble.
Chocos out the nickel, Dan Chubbs, start to give up.
We got [D] Santa Margarita by the leader.
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really [G] need her.
Ah, that's how you feel, man, that's really how you [N] feel.
Cause the pimpin' night's 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 nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know though.
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, [B] YOLO.
And we bout it every [C#] day, every [D] day, every day.
I be sitting on the [C#] bench, nigga, [F#] we don't really [B] play.
Every day, every [C#] day, fuck what [D] anybody say.
Can't see him cause the [C#] money in the [N] way, real nigga, what's up?
One time, fuck one time.
I'm calling niggas out like the umpire.
Seven grams in the blunt, almost drowned in the pussy.
So I swam to her butt, it's Eastside.
We in this, bitch, wish a nigga would.
I'm like a tree in this, bitch.
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that, bitch.
That's my M.O. at the beat of that shit.
I'm fucked up, pull [F#m] it down.
I'm twisted, go or not.
Talk stupid, off with your head.
Nigga money talks, and Mr.
Egg.
Yeah, [C#] I'm [D] so young [B] money, got a grum on the gun.
In the desert bunny, funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar ain't shit sweet.
Niggas on the street like hookers, I tongue kiss her other tongue.
Ski, ski, ski, water gun.
Oh my [C#] God, Becky, look at her butt.
Tune she.
Now she want a photo, you already know though.
You only live once, that's the [B] motto, nigga, YOLO.
And we about it every [C#] day, every [D] day, every day.
Baby [C#] sitting on the bench, nigga, [F#] we don't really [B] play.
Every day, every [C#] day, fuck what [D] anybody say.
Can't see him cause the [C#m] money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
T-Raw, skinny nigga, [D#m] big balls.
Fuck around, get dragged.
RuPaul, you a funny little nigga.
RuPaul, out of this world, total recall.
Call a bitch, ride dick, let her see saw.
Saw her like a donkey, act a ass, nigga, he ha ha.
Ridin' [G#] around in the ride with the top off.
While you in the window, man, I'm [G#m] probably on my next car.
Mighty Duke with the ice on.
Real LA nigga, [F#m] trucks with the gun drawn.
Drawing on your face, you a clown.
Jack in the box, boy, this your bop.
She my new poom poom star.
Stars in the back, then my homies, they don't act.
Acting brand new, fucking never call her back.
Matt Forte, got the bitch running back.
Damn, that's a model, you ain't know it's like that.
Now she want a photo, you already know though.
You only live once, that's a model, nigga, [B] yolo.
And we bout it every [C#] day, every [D] day, every day.
Hey, we [C#] sitting on the bench, nigga, [F#] we don't really [B] play.
Every day, every [C#] day, fuck what [D] anybody say.
Can't see him cause the [C#] money in the [B] way, real nigga, what's up?
What's up?
_ Real _ nigga, what's up? _
_ _ _ Real nigga, what's up? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ What's up? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _

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