Motivation A$AP Twelvyy (Ft. AZ & Da$H)

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
I spit that murder, murder, murderous shit
That vocal venom, dopest rhythm
You can prolly hit the Kurt with this shit
Ain't no money in the hood then hit the burbs with this shit
And cut the middle man out, he ain't deserving the split
We get the cream with the people, divide the shit equal
Fuck the [Eagles?]
We gon' stack this paper for our sequel
That's a bar, drop a quick gem for the people
I'm a star, spitting hot lava [?] lethal

[Hook: A$AP Twelvyy & Da$H]
Money be my motivation
(I'mma get it with no hesitation)
Marijuana got me levitated
(In a rush, a nigga never patient)

[Verse 2: Da$H]
Floor at the Garden, on the arm a young Dolly Parton
So close to the game I can smell that Spike farted
Got me nauseous, my clothes smell like a cigar
Then this European bitch, she smoke a carton, uh
I beg your pardon, I'm in the drop like I'm crock of the tubs
Snuff a nigga at the Cotton Club
Popped a bar and raise a toast to the success that I'm reaching
End of the night, I'm probably fucking wreaking
Touch my cheddar, then I'm fucking squeezing
Primal instinct, I think quick
Small pond, I'm the big fish
The people watch me like I'm Big Ben
Catch me fencing out in England
Protection held on by the henchmen
They call attention when it blast
Then comes the bastard in the casket
Fight over crumbs, I want the basket
Top of Mount Olympus where I'm crafted
The slaves don't talk amongst the masters