Momma Told Me

Whole lot of everything man

Paper route business

You know what the fuck goin on

Aye

My momma told me, "Fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty"

My momma always told me, "Boy, get off yo ass, go get it"

My momma always told me, "Watch that boy, he ain’t your ****"

You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups

Money, money, money, baby girl that’s all I know

I love smokin' dope, pourin' 4’s and movin' slow

Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go

I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul

I just want to know, why they hatin' on the low

I’ma pop a xan, put a tag on his toe

My **** pull up, straps yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe

My **** cuttin' checks and they still cuttin' throats

These hoes, we ain’t savin', we just slave ‘em then replace ‘em

I’m a sack chaser, catch me racin' to that paper

Boy yo squad don’t ball no more, y’all just like the Lakers

Finesse that shit quick yeah, you know we had to take some

Whole lotta paper, bring a whole lotta haters

Heard you want some beef, I let my **** come and cater

Tell ‘em catch up, before we bust yo lil tomatoe

I love my .9, more than Will love Jada

My momma told me, "Fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty"

My momma always told me, "Boy, get off yo ass, go get it"

My momma always told me, "Watch that boy, he ain’t your ****"

You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups

Money, money, money, baby girl that’s all I know

I love smokin' dope, pourin' 4’s and movin' slow

Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go

I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul

Money keep stackin' yeah, money still pilin'

CEO said, "Grind boy, you gone get that Audi" (Skrr)

They say time is money, that’s why I’m on that every hour

I’m rollin' Swisher Sweets, but this shit I smoke so sour

I got two 30 clips bitch, I call them Twin Towers

Bad bitch from the islands, she say I’m fly like a pilot

But that hoe a lie, she want my tip just like she Tiny

These **** be snitchin', tryna have me in the county

But nah, I can’t go

Hell nah, I ain’t no hoe

I keep a bankroll, that’s why my pockets always swole

And if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, ain’t shit I need to know

And if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, ain’t shit I need to know (The fuck)

My momma told me, "Fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty"

My momma always told me, "Boy, get off yo ass, go get it"

My momma always told me, "Watch that boy, he ain’t your ****"

You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups

Money, money, money, baby girl that’s all I know

I love smokin' dope, pourin' 4’s and movin' slow

Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go

I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul (No)