Been Workin Momma
Said we going up, going up
Yeah I'm gonna make it
I got me a baddie in my crib and I can't waste it
So we roll it up, roll it up
Yeah I can taste it
Everything I roll up is that fruity shit, I taste it
So we light up and it hits at yo head
Send you to bed
Turn my light off, all this different thoughts be in my head
You know I know every time I'm in the mirror my eyes red
Yeah I'm sorry momma I know that you fear it, but its there
Said I'm sorry momma
Yeah I'm sorry momma
I been doin' all the different things but I ain't get you commas
I know not yet
But I been working momma
I been doin' all these different things just to buy you a humma'
Different type of fame when pull up and buy what you wanna
Different type of name when I buy it, I don't even flaunt it
Different type of pain when you try it, now you don't even wanna
Don't even wanna
Try no more
Don't mean to be mad
But you hatin' like a lame bih'
Everything you say ain't the truth
You on lame shit
And I don't mean to brag, but I eat what's on my plate bitch
Everything that come my way I'm on it like a stage bitch
I know what I had and I lost it in a day, shit
Should never did that stupid shit, change yo ways bitch
Gotta change yo ways bitch
So you heatin' up the pavement
Everything I say is a heater, I'm on flame shit
I be speaking truth up in my songs, its a statement
I don't care if I'm right or wrong, I talk slang shit
I don't care how long it takes
Just know I'ma make it
And i don't know what I'm gon' bake
Just know I'm creative
Said I'm sorry momma
Yeah I'm sorry momma
I been doin' all the different things but I ain't get you commas
I know not yet
But I been workin' momma
I been doin' all these different things just to buy you a humma'
Different type of fame when pull up and buy what you wanna
Different type of name when I buy it, I don't even flaunt it
Different type of pain when you try it, now you don't even wanna
Don't even wanna
Try no more
Don't mean to be mad
But you hatin' like a lame bih'
Everything you say ain't the truth
You on lame shit
And I don't mean to brag, but I eat what's on my plate bitch
Everything that come my way I'm on it like a stage bitch
I know what I had and I lost it in a day, shit
Should never did that stupid shit, change yo ways bitch
Gotta change yo ways bitch
So you heating up the pavement
Everything I say is a heater I'm on flame shit
Yeah I'm gonna make it
I got me a baddie in my crib and I can't waste it
So we roll it up, roll it up
Yeah I can taste it
Everything I roll up is that fruity shit, I taste it
So we light up and it hits at yo head
Send you to bed
Turn my light off, all this different thoughts be in my head
You know I know every time I'm in the mirror my eyes red
Yeah I'm sorry momma I know that you fear it, but its there
Said I'm sorry momma
Yeah I'm sorry momma
I been doin' all the different things but I ain't get you commas
I know not yet
But I been working momma
I been doin' all these different things just to buy you a humma'
Different type of fame when pull up and buy what you wanna
Different type of name when I buy it, I don't even flaunt it
Different type of pain when you try it, now you don't even wanna
Don't even wanna
Try no more
Don't mean to be mad
But you hatin' like a lame bih'
Everything you say ain't the truth
You on lame shit
And I don't mean to brag, but I eat what's on my plate bitch
Everything that come my way I'm on it like a stage bitch
I know what I had and I lost it in a day, shit
Should never did that stupid shit, change yo ways bitch
Gotta change yo ways bitch
So you heatin' up the pavement
Everything I say is a heater, I'm on flame shit
I be speaking truth up in my songs, its a statement
I don't care if I'm right or wrong, I talk slang shit
I don't care how long it takes
Just know I'ma make it
And i don't know what I'm gon' bake
Just know I'm creative
Said I'm sorry momma
Yeah I'm sorry momma
I been doin' all the different things but I ain't get you commas
I know not yet
But I been workin' momma
I been doin' all these different things just to buy you a humma'
Different type of fame when pull up and buy what you wanna
Different type of name when I buy it, I don't even flaunt it
Different type of pain when you try it, now you don't even wanna
Don't even wanna
Try no more
Don't mean to be mad
But you hatin' like a lame bih'
Everything you say ain't the truth
You on lame shit
And I don't mean to brag, but I eat what's on my plate bitch
Everything that come my way I'm on it like a stage bitch
I know what I had and I lost it in a day, shit
Should never did that stupid shit, change yo ways bitch
Gotta change yo ways bitch
So you heating up the pavement
Everything I say is a heater I'm on flame shit
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Writer(s): Andrew Sierra
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