Momma Told Me

Whole lot of everything man
 Paper route business (Sosa 808)
 You know what the fuck goin' on
 Ayy
 My momma told me, fuck these bitches, boy, it's plenty
 My momma always told me, "Boy, get off your 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' fours 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 G.I. Joe
 My niggas cuttin' checks and they still cut-throat
 These hoes, we ain't savin', we just slave 'em then replace 'em (yeah)
 I'm a sack chaser, catch me racin' to that paper (yeah)
 Boy, your squad don't ball no more, y'all just like the Lakers (huh)
 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 your 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 your 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' fours 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' (pilin')
 CEO said, "Grind boy, you gon' get that Audi" (skrrt)
 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 your 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' fours 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
 
 Whole lot of everything man
 Paper route business (Sosa 808)
 You know what the fuck goin' on
 Ayy
 My momma told me, fuck these bitches, boy, it's plenty
 My momma always told me, "Boy, get off your 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' fours 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 G.I. Joe
 My niggas cuttin' checks and they still cut-throat
 These hoes, we ain't savin', we just slave 'em then replace 'em (yeah)
 I'm a sack chaser, catch me racin' to that paper (yeah)
 Boy, your squad don't ball no more, y'all just like the Lakers (huh)
 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 your 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 your 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' fours 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' (pilin')
 CEO said, "Grind boy, you gon' get that Audi" (skrrt)
 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 your 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' fours 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