conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Motto with the following description: On this bonus track from Take Care, Drake enlists his Young Money mentor Lil Wayne for an ode to his motto in life: YOLO.
  
  
  @rickyrozay put me up on YOLO...pay homage.— Drizzy (@Drake) November 3, 2011
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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 niggas 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 nigga, what's up? [Chorus: Drake]
  Now she want a photo, you already know, though
  You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
  And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
  Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
  Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
  Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  One time, fuck one time
  I'm callin' niggas 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 nigga 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
  Nigga, 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, niggas 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, nigga, YOLO
  And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
  Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
  Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
  Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
  Real nigga, what's up?
  Now she want a photo, you already know, though
  You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
  And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
  Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
  Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
  Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?