Mama Told me Lyrics

Mama told me you jump off the porch

In the streets gotta reap what you sow

So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser

The pack a compresser OJ with a four

I'm in a bag make a fuck nigga mad

Know these bitches come bad

White or pink on her toes

Clutch on the pole

Know it's smoke by the loads

Tana solid ten toes feel this shit in my soul

Dropping the load money gotta get more

Really off of the top

And im dope as the keys watch me cook it up

Mixing designers these drugs build ambitions up

Cheifing on clouds see a star when you looking up

Mama told me you jump off the porch

In the streets gotta reap what you sow

So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser

The pack a compresser OJ with a four

Uhhh

Redan high , 15 with a blick

Can't rock it like fashion but it came with the fit

Boys in the hood I ain't never playing Rick

Plug front a pack got me feeling like the shit

Just a young jit, Money feeling rich

Ran thru a couple thousands and I seen it wasn't shit

Know we get it by the Loads that's a Audemars wrist

Real stories out the six I was

Thugging with a blick with my cousin hitting licks now I'm looking like a lick

Bag fulla money adding drugs to the mix

YSL LOADED rolling up on a stick

Flash like a pic, memories wasn't having

Bitches wouldn't fuck now they wanna call me daddy

Pull up drop the load going up no nav-y

Ducked off to private can't even drop the addy

Bag in a bag that's just money in a baggie

Smelling looking like it exotic fashion

Off the porch baby sign the package

44 swooping counting up the rackies

Tana Thugging Makaveli passion

Hunnits new color Blue what's Craccin

Off the top know it's me , mask it

Wheezy Wee ,how it shoot if it's plastic

Leroy with the dragon, I'm popping I'm flashing

I got the glow and I'm glowing up

Need the backend when I pop out and showing up

Mouth fulla gold talk to proper I know enough

Really know pain lost too many I'm pouring up

Blow out a lung and I cheif til I'm throwing up

Never too much cause this money ? Is not enough

She suck the soul take the pain, but it's not enough

Ice but no double cup

I took my heart and I locked it up

My kids lost a mother , Then I lost a brother

I can't even lie that shit fucked me up

I feel safe in the trench but I keep it tucked

Know I'm balling no bench it was never luck

I seen them niggas they switched it was never love

Damn it was never Love

Mama told me you jump off the porch

In the streets gotta reap what you sow

So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser

The pack a compresser OJ with a four

I'm in a bag make a fuck nigga mad

Know these bitches come bad

White or pink on her toes

Clutch on the pole

Know it's smoke by the loads

Tana solid ten toes feel this shit in my soul

Dropping the load money gotta get more

Really off of the top

And im dope as the keys watch me cook it up

Mixing designers these drugs build ambitions up

Cheifing on clouds see a star when you looking up

Mama told me you jump off the porch

In the streets gotta reap what you sow

So I grab the stresser the racks off the dresser

The pack a compresser OJ with a four