Key Glock – Momma Told Me

[Intro]
Whole lot of everything man
Paper route business
You know what the fuck goin on
Aye

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 1]
I just want to know
Why they hatin on the low
I’ma pop a xan
Put a tag on his toe
My niggas pull up, straps
Yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe
My niggas cuttin checks
And they still cut throat
These hoes, we ain’t savin
We just slave ‘em then replace ‘em
I’m a sack chaser
Catch me racin to that paper
Boy yo squad don’t ball no more
Y’all just like the Lakers
Finesse that shit quick
Yeah, you know we had to take some
Whole lotta paper
Bring a whole lotta haters
Heard you want some beef
I let my niggas come and cater
Tell ‘em catch up
Before we bust yo lil tomatoe
I love my .9
More than Will love Jada

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 2]
Money keep stackin
Yeah, money still pilin
CEO said grind
Boy you gone get that Audi
They say time is money
That’s why I’m on that every hour
I’m rollin Swisher Sweets
But this shit I smoke so sour
I got two 30 clips
Bitch, I call them Twin Towers
Bad bitch from the islands
She say I’m fly like a pilot
But that hoe a lie
She want my tip just like she Tiny
These niggas be snitchin
Trynna have me in the county
But nah, I can’t go
Hell nah, I ain’t no hoe
I keep a bankroll
That’s why my pockets always swole
And if you ain’t talkin bout money
Ain’t shit I need to know
And if you ain’t talkin bout money
Ain’t shit I need to know

[Hook]
My momma told me fuck these bitches
Boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me
Boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me
Watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock
I’m big shot like [?]
Money, money, money
Baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope
Pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load
So you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper
But I still don’t trust a soul

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