The Baby Mama Anthem (Woah! Remix)

I know a woman named Latrice
She just tend her niece
Aint worried bout a man
She just out here trying to find peace
And she tending to the needs of a man
With a plan
That he gone love her until the end of things
(Hold up, hold up)
That's your plan? (plan)
(Hold up hold up)
That's your mans? (yes)
Here we go again (yes)
Tell his baby mother then (facts!)
Word to imposters
A foster is a foster
I'm out here tryna get it
Run the money like a faucet
Covering assets
Auditing past checks
On the jet where I rest
Call that a bag trip
Word to the moms
That's staying on their grind
Aint worried about a man
Aint tryna waste time
Tryna get the check
Tryna see what's next
Big Bowflex
Shorty stepping on your neck (Woah!)
I made an anthem for the baby mamas, yeah
To tell the world you ain't really bout that drama, yeah
Take care of biz, go and get yo commas, yeah
Don't let a man bring you down
Wear yo confidence
They want to paint you out just to be ghetto, right?
Ayy, like you slashing tires right outside his mama's house
Or like you stalk his new girl on Tiktok
She ain't got the time
Baby mama living life
Ayyy, raising up her child like they should be going
But her baby daddy gone
So he barely even notice
Then he want to play parent when the child a lil' older
Baby mama need a man, but you wanna be a donor
Hands up
Ladies can you stand up?
This a roll call
Fellas, can you man up? (leggo!)
Don't leave mama with the kids
Don't abandon her
If it get crazy, gone and coparent 'em
Baby mama tired
Don't leave her stranded, bruh
Say she getting on your nerves
Respect her
And when she at her wits end
Encourage her
This aint about y'all
Do it for the children (Woah!)
Aint no drama, baby mama keep your head high
God can get your life clear, like some red eye
You ain't gotta try to run from the Rabbi
Pray for your baby daddy, he's a sad guy
Baby mama, you know that you worth something
Baby mama, you ain't gotta work something
Or be skirting something
Tryna twerk something
At the end of the day, you'll be the hurt one
You might as well be the woman you is
I mean the woman you are
You shining light with the stars girl
You tryna tell them competition you is
No competition you are
I'm tryna bring you to our world
Hands up
Ladies can you stand up? (ladies)
Hustle on 10
Heard you ran it up
Everything big, never regular
Girl you got a calling, no cellular
And you got drip like a sailor (Big drip)
You don't need a stylist or tailor
She's a bad one, Jesus save her
She'll be yelling out Woah! to the neighbors
I know Woah!
I know Woah!
I know Woah!
I know Woah!
I know Woah!
I know Woah!
I know yeah
So what you gonna do?!