Momma Told Me

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    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 nigga
    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 niggas pull up, straps yeah, they blast like GI joe
    My niggas cuttin checks and they still cut throat
    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 niggas come and cater
    Tell ‘em catch up, before we bust yo lil tomatoe
    I love my. 9, more than will love jada

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    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 nigga
    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
    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 niggas 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

    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 nigga
    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

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