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Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah)

Neck water faucet, mockingbirds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting (nat)
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky (rocky)
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
Bitches call me papi, 'sace that's my hobby ('sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'
Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it (uh)
Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin' (frrr)
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (the cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga, I don't do deposits (uh-uh)
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches fromthe tropics
I'ma get that bag, nigga, ain't no doubt about it(yup)
I'ma feed my family, nigga, ain't no way around it (family)
Ain't gon' never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar, nigga
Straight out Nawf Atlanta (
Nawf side)[Pre-Chorus:
Takeoff]Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)
Quavo
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five,
same color T-shirt (yeah)[Post-Chorus: Quavo]Mama told you
Mama told me not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)

1995, 2005Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties, real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies, all-time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon' bite like vultures (vultures)
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrrt skrrt)
I'ma hit the gas, 12 can't pull me over (twelve)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin' drank in sodas

I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone, sir
Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wannago there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke 'cause she don't own shit
Mama asked me, "
Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' round through the city in my newbitch
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you, mama told you



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Way, Richard Wayne Jr. Sims, Broderick Thompson-smith, Brandon Rackley, James Bernard Jr. Rosser, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Carlos Walker Soares Luna, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Trevon Justin Campbell
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