(Money, money and more money comin')
Money, money and more money
Yeah
I came up off skippin' G's, I put a freak bitch on her knees
Youngin' had no funds, he grew up broke and started trappin' green
Totin' on his gun is not for fun, no love up in the streets
Was blowin', get caught up with that Product, we was havin' Ps, umph
I was hustlin' nine to five, still got what you need
I was at McDonald's gettin' it off, come pull up on me
I was with my uncle up in that bar when he was sellin' soft (yeah)
F*ck that bag up, got that shit right back, shook back from every loss, umph
I'm that nigga, aight? The type to duck a bitch, aight?
Don't talk that gangsta shit if you ain't with it, these niggas bitch (on god), aight?
My lil' cuz, he look up to me, so I stay out the mix, aight?
The way he bust the P down, you'll think it was a brick of ice (yeah)
I been killin' tracks, stabbin pussy or kill a bitch
I can't wait til' bro touch down, say he not f*ckin' with that piff
Niggas lied (huh), but that lil' shit that you said, it wasn't it
Me and bro was showin' love, it was a hundred for a zip
But now, it's not (huh), with that shit, I beat that clock
Neito got caught in the paint, they got my brother in the box
Chief was totin' on that Casper, but that bitch look like a Glock
Just for me to blow, it's gon' take some time, nigga, watch
Clean the Rollie (yeah), bust the AP
When I blow it, nigga, they gon' hate me
I been bustin' off 200s, took two pills, it wasn't enough
Niggas fake it, think I'm crazy, he ain't my dawg, that nigga mut
The way these niggas talk, they shit, you'll think that everybody tough (no huh)
Niggas outchea chasin' image, we outchea with scales and blicks
Momma said I'm blessed for life, the one gon' make it out the trenches
She out there wearin', chase that bread, you think that nigga was a beagle
I'ma let bro catch you out of bounds, I'm ballin' harder than a Laker
I'm ballin' harder than a Maverick, I'm on FaceTime with a baddie
I know that she gon' throw it backwards, all the freaks go to my bro and nem (yeah)
If she shoot, then I'm gon' pass her, I'm in college, f*ck that bag up
F*ck them classes, bitch, I'm trappin', bitch, I'm open two, four, seven
I done put them on them percs, and now they turned into some addicts
Cuzzo, outchea sellin' shit, that turn a pistol automatic, uh
Tell me what you like, mama, I come from the gutta
Grew up eatin' egg and rice, mama, bro went got the kutta (aye)
But just know we all can fight, mama Feel like Iron Mike, mama (aye)
Beat that pussy up, bet you gon' love it when we fightin, uh
Tongue up in that, umph
Bet she gon' love it when I'm bitin huh? (Aye)
Pop another, I'm finna get higher Where the lighter? Uh (aye)
Tell me what you like mama
Aye
Gudda Chyld - MAMA (Freestyle) (feat. AK.Stackz) Lyrics
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(Money, money and more money comin')
Money, money and more money
Yeah
I came up off skippin' G's, I put a freak bitch on her knees
Youngin' had no funds, he grew up broke and started trappin' green
Totin' on his gun is not for fun, no love up in the streets
Was blowin', get caught up with that Product, we was havin' Ps, umph
I was hustlin' nine to five, still got what you need
I was at McDonald's gettin' it off, come pull up on me
I was with my uncle up in that bar when he was sellin' soft (yeah)
F*ck that bag up, got that shit right back, shook back from every loss, umph
I'm that nigga, aight? The type to duck a bitch, aight?
Don't talk that gangsta shit if you ain't with it, these niggas bitch (on god), aight?
My lil' cuz, he look up to me, so I stay out the mix, aight?
The way he bust the P down, you'll think it was a brick of ice (yeah)
I been killin' tracks, stabbin pussy or kill a bitch
I can't wait til' bro touch down, say he not f*ckin' with that piff
Niggas lied (huh), but that lil' shit that you said, it wasn't it
Me and bro was showin' love, it was a hundred for a zip
But now, it's not (huh), with that shit, I beat that clock
Neito got caught in the paint, they got my brother in the box
Chief was totin' on that Casper, but that bitch look like a Glock
Just for me to blow, it's gon' take some time, nigga, watch
Clean the Rollie (yeah), bust the AP
When I blow it, nigga, they gon' hate me
I been bustin' off 200s, took two pills, it wasn't enough
Niggas fake it, think I'm crazy, he ain't my dawg, that nigga mut
The way these niggas talk, they shit, you'll think that everybody tough (no huh)
Niggas outchea chasin' image, we outchea with scales and blicks
Momma said I'm blessed for life, the one gon' make it out the trenches
She out there wearin', chase that bread, you think that nigga was a beagle
I'ma let bro catch you out of bounds, I'm ballin' harder than a Laker
I'm ballin' harder than a Maverick, I'm on FaceTime with a baddie
I know that she gon' throw it backwards, all the freaks go to my bro and nem (yeah)
If she shoot, then I'm gon' pass her, I'm in college, f*ck that bag up
F*ck them classes, bitch, I'm trappin', bitch, I'm open two, four, seven
I done put them on them percs, and now they turned into some addicts
Cuzzo, outchea sellin' shit, that turn a pistol automatic, uh
Tell me what you like, mama, I come from the gutta
Grew up eatin' egg and rice, mama, bro went got the kutta (aye)
But just know we all can fight, mama Feel like Iron Mike, mama (aye)
Beat that pussy up, bet you gon' love it when we fightin, uh
Tongue up in that, umph
Bet she gon' love it when I'm bitin huh? (Aye)
Pop another, I'm finna get higher Where the lighter? Uh (aye)
Tell me what you like mama
Aye
Money, money and more money
Yeah
I came up off skippin' G's, I put a freak bitch on her knees
Youngin' had no funds, he grew up broke and started trappin' green
Totin' on his gun is not for fun, no love up in the streets
Was blowin', get caught up with that Product, we was havin' Ps, umph
I was hustlin' nine to five, still got what you need
I was at McDonald's gettin' it off, come pull up on me
I was with my uncle up in that bar when he was sellin' soft (yeah)
F*ck that bag up, got that shit right back, shook back from every loss, umph
I'm that nigga, aight? The type to duck a bitch, aight?
Don't talk that gangsta shit if you ain't with it, these niggas bitch (on god), aight?
My lil' cuz, he look up to me, so I stay out the mix, aight?
The way he bust the P down, you'll think it was a brick of ice (yeah)
I been killin' tracks, stabbin pussy or kill a bitch
I can't wait til' bro touch down, say he not f*ckin' with that piff
Niggas lied (huh), but that lil' shit that you said, it wasn't it
Me and bro was showin' love, it was a hundred for a zip
But now, it's not (huh), with that shit, I beat that clock
Neito got caught in the paint, they got my brother in the box
Chief was totin' on that Casper, but that bitch look like a Glock
Just for me to blow, it's gon' take some time, nigga, watch
Clean the Rollie (yeah), bust the AP
When I blow it, nigga, they gon' hate me
I been bustin' off 200s, took two pills, it wasn't enough
Niggas fake it, think I'm crazy, he ain't my dawg, that nigga mut
The way these niggas talk, they shit, you'll think that everybody tough (no huh)
Niggas outchea chasin' image, we outchea with scales and blicks
Momma said I'm blessed for life, the one gon' make it out the trenches
She out there wearin', chase that bread, you think that nigga was a beagle
I'ma let bro catch you out of bounds, I'm ballin' harder than a Laker
I'm ballin' harder than a Maverick, I'm on FaceTime with a baddie
I know that she gon' throw it backwards, all the freaks go to my bro and nem (yeah)
If she shoot, then I'm gon' pass her, I'm in college, f*ck that bag up
F*ck them classes, bitch, I'm trappin', bitch, I'm open two, four, seven
I done put them on them percs, and now they turned into some addicts
Cuzzo, outchea sellin' shit, that turn a pistol automatic, uh
Tell me what you like, mama, I come from the gutta
Grew up eatin' egg and rice, mama, bro went got the kutta (aye)
But just know we all can fight, mama Feel like Iron Mike, mama (aye)
Beat that pussy up, bet you gon' love it when we fightin, uh
Tongue up in that, umph
Bet she gon' love it when I'm bitin huh? (Aye)
Pop another, I'm finna get higher Where the lighter? Uh (aye)
Tell me what you like mama
Aye
Writer: Akil Miller
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