On Mamas (feat. Shleepy)
Baby I could put you in some fashion
Designer fits and drip she be splashing
Pull up to the bank we be cashing
We gone do it big yeah we gone do it massive
We gone do it big yeah we gone do it massive
Rolling up good cookie blunts then we ashing
Everything you do got to do it with a passion
My jeans getting fat cause my pockets enhancing
From the windy city but you know it's not Kansas
Fuck the fame dawg, I swear y'all could have it
Tricks up, in my sleeve I'm doing magic
We gone hit the stu' yeah we gone make a classic
You don't want smoke nah you don't want static
Take a step back and watch it get active
Back in this bitch once again like what's cracking
I'm a real young player in these streets ima factor
Keep it in on the low, these hoes, is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
Keep it in on the low, these hoes, is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
Got to go harder, do it better, get it faster
Sleep's on the beat bitch you know it's a slapper
Paper steady moving on to the next chapter
Shocking the world like a fucking disaster
Need all of mine like a damn greedy bastard
We young and we finally live it up a bachelor
I run up the bag and we count this shit after
We done with the extras so we moving passed it
Really no breaks we just be all gassing
Riding through your city, flying passed, lights flashing
Roll up some flight soon as my flight landing
Started as a young-in I been running up the bag since
We gone keep it going, steady got to keep it pushing
Made a name, so they can't overlook it
I did all the shit that they said that I couldn't
Stuck to the grind and the proof in the pudding
Keep it in on the low, these hoes
is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
Keep it in on the low, these hoes
is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
On mamas man I did with my own sound
For town all the way up to yo town
Got enough for my fam just to go round
You ain't know bout the town you should know now
On mamas man I did it with my own sound
For town all the way up to yo town
Got enough for my fam just to go round
You ain't know 'bout the town you should know now
Designer fits and drip she be splashing
Pull up to the bank we be cashing
We gone do it big yeah we gone do it massive
We gone do it big yeah we gone do it massive
Rolling up good cookie blunts then we ashing
Everything you do got to do it with a passion
My jeans getting fat cause my pockets enhancing
From the windy city but you know it's not Kansas
Fuck the fame dawg, I swear y'all could have it
Tricks up, in my sleeve I'm doing magic
We gone hit the stu' yeah we gone make a classic
You don't want smoke nah you don't want static
Take a step back and watch it get active
Back in this bitch once again like what's cracking
I'm a real young player in these streets ima factor
Keep it in on the low, these hoes, is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
Keep it in on the low, these hoes, is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
Got to go harder, do it better, get it faster
Sleep's on the beat bitch you know it's a slapper
Paper steady moving on to the next chapter
Shocking the world like a fucking disaster
Need all of mine like a damn greedy bastard
We young and we finally live it up a bachelor
I run up the bag and we count this shit after
We done with the extras so we moving passed it
Really no breaks we just be all gassing
Riding through your city, flying passed, lights flashing
Roll up some flight soon as my flight landing
Started as a young-in I been running up the bag since
We gone keep it going, steady got to keep it pushing
Made a name, so they can't overlook it
I did all the shit that they said that I couldn't
Stuck to the grind and the proof in the pudding
Keep it in on the low, these hoes
is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
Keep it in on the low, these hoes
is cappers
Fucked around got the game all backwards
Cracked the code like if I had the password
Go get the money that's what's bouta be my last words
On mamas man I did with my own sound
For town all the way up to yo town
Got enough for my fam just to go round
You ain't know bout the town you should know now
On mamas man I did it with my own sound
For town all the way up to yo town
Got enough for my fam just to go round
You ain't know 'bout the town you should know now
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Funkugub
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