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