Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Drake
Voz principal
Lil Wayne
Voces
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Aubrey Drake Graham
Autoría
Tyler Williams
Autoría
Anthony Ray
Autoría
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Autoría
Noah "40" Shebib
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
T-Minus
Producción
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Ingeniería de grabación
Sasha Sirota
Ingeniería de grabación
Noel "Gadget" Campbell
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Gehringer
Masterización
Noah "40" Shebib
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
I'm the **** man, y'all don't get it, do ya?
Type of money everybody actin' like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City ****
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
Clubbin' hard, **** women there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still gettin' brain from a thing, ain't **** changed
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
Twenty five sittin' on twenty five mil' uh
I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'ma do it for The Bay, okay
Gettin' paid, we'll holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune, light one, pass it like a relay
YMCMB, you **** more YMCA
[Verse 2]
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbs
Shout to Gibo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm **** with her
I don't really need her, ah
That's how you feel, man?
That's really how you feel?
'Cause the pimpin' ice cold
All these **** wanna chill
I mean, maybe she won't
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal
Real **** what's up
[Verse 3]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once that's the motto ****, YOLO
And we 'bout it e'ry day, e'ry day, e'ry day
Like we sittin' on the bench
**** we don't really play
E'ry day, e'ry day, **** what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real **** what's up
[Verse 4]
One time, **** one time
I'm callin' **** out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her **** so I swam to her ****
It's Eastside, we in this ****
Wish a **** would like a tree in this ****
And if a leaf fall, put some **** in that ****
That's my MO, add a B to that ****
I'm **** up, torn down
I'm twisted, door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head
**** money talks and Mr. Ed, yeah
I'm so Young Money got a drum on the ****
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't **** sweet, **** 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
[Verse 5]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once that's the motto ****, YOLO
And we 'bout it e'ry day, e'ry day, e'ry day
Like we sittin' on the bench
**** we don't really play
E'ry day, e'ry day, **** what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real **** what's up
Real **** what's up
[Verse 6]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once that's the motto ****, YOLO
And we 'bout it e'ry day, e'ry day, e'ry day
Like we sittin' on the bench
**** we don't really play
E'ry day, e'ry day, **** what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real **** what's up
Written by: Anthony Ray, Aubrey Drake Graham, D. Carter, Noah "40" Shebib, Tyler Williams

