Momma Told Me - Key Glock

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 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

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