lirik lagu rio da yung og & louie ray – motivation
[intro: louie ray]
you know what time it is
we blood brothers, right?
this sh~t should motivate ’em, right?
like i know this pape
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it, it should motivate you (right)
talkin’ to it like i know the pape’
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it, it should motivate, boyz
talkin’ to it like i know the pape’ (still grindin’, n~gga)
ookin’ at the way we made it, it should motivate, n~gga
[verse 1: louie ray]
i drunk two fours of green, that’s a weak eight
my cross was done fast as h~ll around week eight
i’m ridin’ with six or seven ‘bows, i’m in a weed state
diamonds spark clear as h~ll like when a brick break
told the b~tch sit the f~ck down, she asked, “which way?”
put me in a lineup of n~ggas, they gon’ pick ray
i was rockin’ mauri alligators, fightin’ a dope case
way before i ever had a crowd, was in a foot chase
had a b~tch that had a credit card, i should’ve cooked chase
brodie had his mask on, you saw who face?
just because i wanna do it, get the coupe sprayed
i could smoke runtz and rock amiris on a tuesday
slangin’ out the side door, my n~gga playin’ the hoop game
curve was sh~ttin’ in an ss, but then the coupe came
serial number already scratched off, but this the new thing
see an opp, blow that b~tch down like the shooting range
money~getter ’round, a b~tch down to do everything
see a n~gga down, they wanna see you sell everything
did dirt, got did dirty and everything
really from the dirt, so i got dirty for everything
see, got them cathedral ceilings, what’s the alarm code?
you can see the chandeliers gleam through the weed smoke
diamonds worth a house, i rock a check with white tees on
got it out the mud, ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
i’m from flint, where n~ggas stand out, but ain’t seen, though
ratchet b~tches still got the miss me jeans on
you can smell the sack that i got on me, it’s creed strong
rio pourin’ red he got prescribed for a head cold
give me that shh— strong sh~t that i dance on
was just cookin’ up, that’s why i got all these fans on
get your b~tch ass dropped, man, not the one you put hands on
keep a n~gga with me that’s gon’ rock like a band blow
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i be talkin’ to the paper like my mind bad
you ain’t never seen a kilo with your lyin’ ass
f~ckin’ with the wrong n~ggas got me fightin’ the feds
like how the f~ck i get indicted for a dime bag? (how?)
i got the pape’ to beat the charges and get probation
if i can do it, you can do too, n~gga, this motivation
the first sale i ever made, i was at roller haven
like i just came to make a play, f~ck some roller skates
f~ck a pound, i know them white n~ggas that’s growin’ acres
you f~cked your whole crop up, you only growin’ eigthies
f~ck a cast, we buy ars with the shoulder braces
i tried to drop a hundred shots and break my shoulder
i told louie roll a quarter, i just wanna smell it
you ’round the plug and you ain’t hustlin’, you just wanna tell sh~t
i’m legit, but bought some dope, man, i just wanna sell it
i’m mad as f~ck i smell some pink runtz and can’t inhale it
[outro: louie ray]
talkin’ to it like i know the paper
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it like this motivation
talkin’ to it like i know the paper
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it like this motivation, hmm
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