Key Glock - Momma Told Me lyrics

Whole lot of everything man
Paper route business
You know what the fuck goin on aye

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 Chauncey Billups
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

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 GI 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

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 Chauncey Billups
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

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
Tryna 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

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 Chauncey Billups
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