On My Momma (Full Song)
Dont need da designer
I want things dats finer
Take care of my momma
I put dat on my momma
Rag top Jag, House on the hill
No working just chill
All dat for my momma
I dont need da drama
Not period, Just commas
Heating up like a sauna
Trips to Cancun, taking flights to the moon
Get my foot in da door
Tell them niggas make room
Tell them niggas move over
I come in wit some soldiers
We dont care bout ya goons
Tell them niggas make room
Cuz its my time now
Turning up and I cant turn it down
Thats on my momma I cant fell
I pray that every night that bro dont go through hell
I know its hell he just sitting in a cell
I wish its some way that I can pay a bail
I cant sit back and see all my niggas fail
I cant trust them niggas man why them niggas tell
I aint never give-up on my squad no no
I wish they can see my vision like a go pro
Told mom ill put her on a hill, rag top jag I got you
2 Laundry mats a restaurant and a shop too
Im moving like a freight train
Nigga they cant stop you, they cant stop you
Nigga they cant stop you
On my momma
We gone get these commas
On my momma I aint wit da drama
Dont need da designer
I want things dats finer
Take care of my momma
I put dat on my momma
Rag top Jag, House on the hill
No working just chill
All dat for my momma
I dont need da drama
Not period, Just commas
Heating up like a sauna
Trips to Cancun, taking flights to the moon
Get my foot in da door
Tell them niggas make room
Tell them niggas make space
All these millions going round gotta get me some cake
I always keep it trill, iont fuck wit da fake
Always wit da real iont fuck wit da snakes
In this shyt for the mufuckin dough tho
Like Hine, Nigga fly Solo
Like Heinz, im really tryna catch up
Cant trust nobody they set up
On my momma I cannot let up
'I fell down and they seen me just get up
From da muscle, I dont tussle
I wont touch you, if you touch me I bust you
I aint talkin heavy, but im coming heavy
Like a ford or chevy, They gotta let me
In the mufuckin door, nigga gotta get more
Let me in da door, I was sick of being poor
Get my foot in dat door, Let the squad get more
'I started at the bottom pave a way from da bottom floor
Im building it up
They lost all my trust
I Cant lose Love
I want things dats finer
Take care of my momma
I put dat on my momma
Rag top Jag, House on the hill
No working just chill
All dat for my momma
I dont need da drama
Not period, Just commas
Heating up like a sauna
Trips to Cancun, taking flights to the moon
Get my foot in da door
Tell them niggas make room
Tell them niggas move over
I come in wit some soldiers
We dont care bout ya goons
Tell them niggas make room
Cuz its my time now
Turning up and I cant turn it down
Thats on my momma I cant fell
I pray that every night that bro dont go through hell
I know its hell he just sitting in a cell
I wish its some way that I can pay a bail
I cant sit back and see all my niggas fail
I cant trust them niggas man why them niggas tell
I aint never give-up on my squad no no
I wish they can see my vision like a go pro
Told mom ill put her on a hill, rag top jag I got you
2 Laundry mats a restaurant and a shop too
Im moving like a freight train
Nigga they cant stop you, they cant stop you
Nigga they cant stop you
On my momma
We gone get these commas
On my momma I aint wit da drama
Dont need da designer
I want things dats finer
Take care of my momma
I put dat on my momma
Rag top Jag, House on the hill
No working just chill
All dat for my momma
I dont need da drama
Not period, Just commas
Heating up like a sauna
Trips to Cancun, taking flights to the moon
Get my foot in da door
Tell them niggas make room
Tell them niggas make space
All these millions going round gotta get me some cake
I always keep it trill, iont fuck wit da fake
Always wit da real iont fuck wit da snakes
In this shyt for the mufuckin dough tho
Like Hine, Nigga fly Solo
Like Heinz, im really tryna catch up
Cant trust nobody they set up
On my momma I cannot let up
'I fell down and they seen me just get up
From da muscle, I dont tussle
I wont touch you, if you touch me I bust you
I aint talkin heavy, but im coming heavy
Like a ford or chevy, They gotta let me
In the mufuckin door, nigga gotta get more
Let me in da door, I was sick of being poor
Get my foot in dat door, Let the squad get more
'I started at the bottom pave a way from da bottom floor
Im building it up
They lost all my trust
I Cant lose Love
Credits
Writer(s): Monte Reed
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