Rich Baby Mama

My name is Gloss Up And I'm a baby mama (What up, Foo?) (Everybody know Stroud) My son sittin' right here in my lap while I'm recordin' this 'Member times at night I was ready to call it quits Now I'm writin' all the hits, my babies are part of it I'ma give 'em everything 'cause they the ones I started with Child support ain't shit, my kids ain't goin' out bad They mama and they daddy, man, them all they ever had No excuses either, baby, I just hopped up in my bag 'Cause my kids come first, I'ma give them my last Baby mamas out here hustlin' like Meech, it hit different Do anything for our children, love 'em and help 'em listen Hug 'em and give 'em kisses 'cause the streets out here is crazy Give 'em all the things that the world ain't never gave me Could never let anybody talk down and try to play me Got a deal after drama, now I'm gettin' to the commas When you call me "baby mama," please say "rich" before the "baby" Yeah, please put "rich" before the "baby" Rich baby mama The rich baby mama Yeah, it's the rich baby mama Ms. Get Shit Done Shout out to my motherfuckin' mothers Makin' shit happen for they kid This one for the ones workin' two jobs, grindin' on they own Poppin' shit in the streets, still takin' care of home The ones doin' football, cheerin' at the games In school, makin' dinner, doin' every diaper change Know some had it rough, makin' sure it ain't the same for they kids Them bosses that be gettin' it how they live My friend had an abortion, I know it was hard One day, I hope she feel the same love in her heart What I do for my kids, it's worth it, man, I promise Don't listen to the haters, don't worry 'bout the comments Yeah, I make mistakes, but I never let it faze me And when you say "baby mama," put "rich" before the "baby" P.S., put "rich" before the "baby" The rich baby mama This for my baby mamas Don't need a nigga for shit