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NAV - Why You Crying Mama (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Trouble Trouble
Trouble Trouble
Programming
Money Musik
Money Musik
Programming
Frost
Frost
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Jordan Bacchus
Jordan Bacchus
Songwriter
Sugarray Henry
Sugarray Henry
Songwriter
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NAV
NAV
Producer
Trouble Trouble
Trouble Trouble
Producer
Money Musik
Money Musik
Producer
Frost
Frost
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ah Ah, woah, woah Ah-ah When I was 18 my mama went in my Closet, found ten thousand cash (Yeah) Now I got her transit number, send her twenty racks (Racks) Our Future said you ain't gotta worry about the past Gettin' money nonstop, I hope it last Went shopping the whole day She be surprised my credit card ain't maxed (Unlimited) Whatever she need, I'm buying, She ain't gotta ask (She ain't gotta ask) Even though she ain't perfect, I know that she got my back No matter what I spend, I don't think I could pay her back Mama, mama, mama I just made a little change, mama (Just a little bit) I just got a little fame, mama But my heart won't ever change, mama Mama, mama, mama (Mama) I just made a little change, mama (Just a little bit) I just got a little fame, mama But my heart won't ever change, mama (I won't ever change) Said she don't care about Sha-nay-nay She just want to see her baby (Her baby) I ain't been home in a while, the city kinda crazy Blow a bag on you, don't try tellin' me to save it She ain't got a clue about what these labels pay me I was going to get it, I told you I ain't lazy I know I been buying you lots of bags lately In the store, they ask who it's for, "A special lady?" It ain't for my girl, it's for the one that made me When I was 18 my Mama went in my closet, found ten thousand cash Now I got her transit number, send her twenty racks (Racks) Our future said you ain't gotta worry about the past Gettin' money nonstop, I hope it last Went shopping the whole day She be surprised my credit card ain't maxed (Unlimited) Whatever she need, I'm buying She ain't gotta ask (She ain't gotta ask) Even though she ain't perfect, I know that she got my back (Got my back) No matter what I spend, I don't think I could pay her back Mama, mama, mama I just made a little change, mama (Just a little bit) I just got a little fame, mama But my heart won't ever change, mama Mama, mama, mama (Mama) I just made a little change, mama (Just a little bit) I just got a little fame, mama But my heart won't ever change, mama Why you cryin', mama? (Why you cryin'?) I know my life has been surprising, mama You say the old me is dyin', mama (Mama) Say I'm happy, you know that I'm lying, mama (Yeah) You gotta tell me why you cryin', mama These different pills that you been finding, mama You worried that your son is dying, mama Say I'm happy, you know that I'm lying, mama She don't want no presents, she just want my presence She retire, I'll give her a mil like "What's a pension?" All she tell me is save money and count all my blessings Frequent shopping, now my closet got designer sections (Mama) She told me stay humble, but I want it all I'm shooting all the shots for all the times I couldn't ball Ashamed at how I been livin', I don't wanna take your call My fam that turned they back on me, I don't miss them at all Fuck 'em all, yeah yeah, fuck 'em all They want me to fall, I just stack my money tall Cut 'em off, yeah, cut 'em off We'll never be the same, I'm cut from a different cloth Why you cryin', mama? (Why you cryin'?) I know my life has been surprising, mama You say the old me is dyin', mama (Mama) Say I'm happy, you know that I'm lying, mama You gotta tell me why you cryin', mama (Why you cryin'?) These different pills that you been finding, mama (Why you cryin'?) You worried that your son is dying, mama (Why you cryin'?) Say I'm happy, you know that I'm lying, mama (Why you cryin'?) (Why you cryin'? Why you cryin'?)
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Sugar-ray Antonio Henry, Jordan Lloyd Bacchus, Mohkom Singh Bhangal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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