Fat Joe - She's My Mama lyrics

[Fat Joe - She's My Mama lyrics]

You know one man's treasure
Is another man's trash (Speak on it)
And you know the man who sleeps on the floor
Can't fall the fuck off the bed nigga

Pop your collar to this
It's grills mania, ya heard me owww

She's my Mammy she's my baby
I love you so much you driving me crazy
Wanna be down jump in the car
Rollin' wit me i'll make you a star

Now she was only sixteen I
Had to nurture that give her some growth
Waited till I touch the cat
Told she going have to work
If she going get ahead
Then she drove me berserk when
She game me some head
She told me that she learnt
That from the porno flicks
I said Mami stop talking
Just suck on this dick
I ain't say her name yet
So let's say she nothing
Now watch me turn this nothing into something
Get it mami, get in that kitchen
This is free base
Just cook it till it's hard
Then cut it in eighths
Take the trip cross town to see True
Just get the money don't listen
That nigga think he cute
See all this money we got we going shopping
Louis Vitton & Pucci we get it poppin'
We hit the club on some clico shit
See the respect that you get
From just being my bitch
Look see 'em they sick
They wanna be in your shoes
That's the game that I hit her
Wit to leave her confused
I'm just using her for paper she want a man
I'm bout to see my other bitch but
She understands

She's my Mammy she's my baby
I love you so much you driving me crazy
Wanna be down jump in the car
Rollin' wit me i'll make you a star

Ay Yo i met her at the Rucker Park
Watchin' the stars play
I knew she was a terror
She was watchin' the squad play
I knew she had her own
She was pushin' the bubble X
Type of eye candy that you
See in the Double X fat Ass, Long Hair
Short like Nia Long
I knew she was a victim from the start
My G is strong
And then she said she ain't felt
This good in ten summers
Gave me credit card and debit
Card with pin numbers
I'm lookin' at receipts
She spent G's on the kid i'm pushin' her V
Even got keys to the crib
If I needed to bag up
I bought G's to the crib
I got knocked - What she did
Put up the deed to the crib
Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
Look my niggas is wit Ma
Let's make it happen
So I burst through the door
Bout a quarter to four
Told every nosey bitch
Get the fuck on the floor
Then she opened up the bag
And started to fill 'em all
Making sure that she left the
Marked money in the drawer
Told security if you move
This goin' be your last night
I'm working with this Mack ten
You workin' with a flash light
I'm walking backwards
Nobody moved word to mother
Tryin' not look cause I don't
Want to blow her cover
That's when this bitch winks and
Blew a kiss at me
I don't believe this bitch took
All them risks for me that's why

She's my Mammy she's my baby
I love you so much you driving me crazy
Wanna be down jump in the car
Rollin' wit me i'll make you a star

Owww we on some bullshit right now
Hehe young murder capital
Corrupt money BX nigga coca
STREETRUNNER on this one cock suckas owww

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