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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Max B
Max B
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Charly Wingate
Charly Wingate
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Charly Wingate
Charly Wingate
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say, "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E"
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in your girl
This is the bone, bone, bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 2]
Started out as a little itty baby in this cold, cold world
His papa had a boy and girl, stressed her mama out
Now she don' drugs, movin' through the city streets
Clean teeth, used to have them pretty feet
Now she pretty weak, from the drug use
Fuckin' all them ballers for they cash
There's war when I got pot to pass, flew 'em in
Dolo in the crib, tryna fix something to eat
Tryna get something that's sweet so we can sleep
"Don't lay on the sheets"
Mama she did drippin' blood, from the needle in and out of the vein
This joint gon' bring you lots of pain, lots of rain
Starin' out the window as my papa wavin' bye to me
"Baby, where the TV? Why you lie to me?"
Ridin' we, gunnin' from my robberies
Treatin' 'em like bitches from the past
Style on 'em as I watch 'em pass
Watch the **** dash like he and in and out
Carlo, he told me, "Wrap that package up and send it out"
It's the first of the month
[Verse 3]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say, "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E"
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in your girl
This is the bone, bone, bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
Got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 4]
They had a **** sittin' in the county jail wonderin'
"What's life? I am done with it," run with it
Baby, you can be a star, won't you just ask Maxi B?
Look at how I'm runnin' through they faculty, back to back with me
Was my right hand, tellin' all my business in the street
Said I got it from Dyckman, lighting, pipin' hot
We got burners, and them bundles, we can furnish
Done seen **** get murdered, I can tell you more
Pumpin' out the corner store, kept my little look-out in the front
My dudes just moved 'em out the trunk
Million Dollar Baby Volume One and Two, I love it, boo
Classic that G-Funk sound, I fucks with you
Biggavell, I don't think you really know, how wavy you are
You's a star, the fiends, I let 'em park my car
Dippin' out the back when I see the Jakes
She need a taste, chasin' that paper, she left a trace
It's the first of the month
[Verse 5]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say, "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E"
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in your girl
This is the bone, bone, bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
Got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 6]
My grandma passed, I really miss her
Couldn't go to the funeral and kiss her in the cell
I was starin' at her picture
She never liked my way of life, told me I would pay the price
Ridin' on my foes got me glidin' on these hoes
Feelin' like some other type of ****
Come and fuck with the Bigga, we can live it up
One day I'm gon' give it up
Be a family man and settle down with a wife and kid
****, you so triflin'
****, don't be tryna spit that righteous shit
You ain't but a bitch
And, baby, I don't like that shit
Stayin' out late, tryna come home when you want
Tryna come and a roll a blunt, tryna come and go for what?
You ain't really wanna be my man, Max, damn, Max
Baby, you best to stand back, I can't stand that
Every time you get around your friends you be
Startin' your shit again
On the first of the month
[Verse 7]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say, "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E"
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in your girl
This is the bone, bone, bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 8]
They had a **** sittin' in the county jail wonderin'
"What's life? I am done with it," run with it
Baby, you can be a star, won't you just ask Maxi B?
Look at how I'm runnin' through they faculty, back to back with me
Was my right hand, tellin' all my business in the street
Said I got it from Dyckman, lighting, pipin' hot
We got burners, and them bundles, we can furnish
Done seen **** get murdered, I can tell you more
Pumpin' out the corner store, kept my little look-out in the front
My dudes just moved 'em out the trunk
Million Dollar Baby Volume One and Two, I love it, boo
Classic that G-Funk sound, I fucks with you
Biggavell, I don't think you really know, how wavy you are
You's a star, the fiends, I let 'em park my car
Dippin' out the back when I see the Jakes
She need a taste, chasin' that paper, she left a trace
It's the first of the month
[Verse 9]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say, "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E"
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in your girl
This is the bone, bone, bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
Written by: Max B
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