Moto

[Intro]
Motorola

[Verse 1]
Bounce down the street, shoulders back 'cause I got a hook like Cotto
See a girl in the crowd, she asked me for a photo
I loved the fact that her breath smells like Coca-Cola
Put her digits in my Motorola

[Verse 2]
You ain't cool, dude, so take yourself and please roll over
People say that I am Coke and you are Rola-Cola
I need to sit down and breathe, my mood is so tri-polar
Snap a pic on my Motorola

[Verse 3]
Backstage at the Ritz, my chest is full of rum
I'll have another shot right now because blackouts are fun
It's just casual, trust, I barely even know you
I'll be Shrek, babe, and you be Fiona

[Verse 4]
Fickle friends watch from afar, they're juiced up on FOMO
Try to keep up 'cause my life is always on the float, though
They're sick and tired, trust, 'cause they can't control you
I ain't mad, I'll just have to demote you

[Break]
And then this guy came up to me and he asked me to put my digits in his phone
But you know, I don't think he was quite there in the head
I mean, he had a Motorola, who even has a Motorola these days?
But I went along with the whole fiasco and I gave him my number
But I don't think I'm gonna text him back
Although the Motorola was kinda hot, though, but
Whatever

[Bridge]
Getting girls is the moto
Service station's a moto
Drive to work on the moto
Got moves like Moto-Moto
Getting girls is the moto
Service station's a moto
Drive to work on the moto
Got moves like Moto-Moto
Yeah (Did you see that haircut? Honestly)

[Outro]
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