Oh Oh You are just what the doctor ordered Ooh, look up there I heard you was a pleaser, and baby, oh shit! Man, not my mama (yep) Man, not my mama Man, not my mama (yep, uh) Quit messin' with my mama Okay, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Okay, me and yo mama be fuckin' (yup) Boy, you don't know nothin' about that You seen her lookin' all mad (mad), ain't it time for ya nap? You wake up, I'm back (back) eating up all your snacks (hah) Don't ask for help with your math (stupid) Ain't my fault, you can't add Don't be out here fake crying, lying Up in the keyhole straight spying Only knock the door if you're dying (don't you knock on this door) I wish I could stay in here forever (I love it) You the only reason me and yo mama ain't together (lil b-) She's so much better than my old bitch Man, I love that old bitch, I do (Oh, this feels so nice, oh shit) No stress, no drama Her kids hatin', they know I fucked their mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama, yup) Quit messin' with my mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Quit messin' with my mama The way she bounce both cheekies, boy she freaky (freaky) Shoulda known she was kinky When I walked inside the room and I seen her slinky (what the fuck) Even made me use my pinky, the way she teach me It's just so dreamy, oh God, damn, man I cheat on tests, cheat on hoes, I cheat when I can (I do) I'm even cheating on my whip, I got a side Benz (I do) But she made me wanna cut off all my side friends (I love you, baby) A nigga be tryna chase her, take her, date, rape her Stand out the daycare, sit there and wait there Fuck, I can't even trust the neighbors, damn (What you lookin' at?) You niggas stick to your young hoes I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes (that's right) Lil' motherfuckers (yeah, that's right) (Ooh this great, big, enormous motherfucker!) (Oh! Just let me, oh! Let me jockey this dick!) No stress, no drama Her kids hatin', they know I fuck they mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama, yup) Quit messin' with my mama Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man, not my mama (I love ya mama) Man not my mama (I love ya mama) Quit messin' with my mama I got my welfare check, smokin' on that crack Hell yeah, I'm unemployed, baby daddy down my back Now what you got for me Sean? I heard it's big and it's long I take my teeth out, suck it good, this where your dick belong Y-y-yeah, do it like that daddy Pump, pump, bump, bump it in my ass-matic You ain't tell me you was big-boned (Mom, I'm hungry) shut your mouth, you little bastards, go on All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany? S-s-s-slap me in my face with it, get a crack valve with that bass in it If I got weed then I'm lacing it, eat all this ass, quit tasting it nigga Man, not my mama Man not my mama Man, not my mama Quit messin' with my mama Man not my mama Man, not my mama (high as a motherfucker) (trippy) Man not my mama Quit messin' with my mama (fuckin' e'rybody mama) I got yo mama all in my line (line), bullets all in my nine (nine) Rollie tell the time, she ain't yours, she ain't mine Throw a hundred every time, I think my coupe just lost its mind (mind) Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin' lean, snorting lines (she high) Overseas like "bonjour", last ten years I've been on tour And I still got that old money, I touch more green than a lawnmower With a ratchet bitch (bitch), you laid up (stupid ass) I'm on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up I take that bitch to my mansion (mansion), and a nigga can't pay her to leave (leave) Yo mama a great head doctor (groupie), with no PhD (groupie) My pockets stuffed with dough, I made it all in the streets I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak (Yo mama) ratchet ass bitch Baby, ooh, can you feel what I feel? Oh, shit I hope you brought your boots and shoes 'Cause motherfucker, I'ma be here a while

My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low My beat low My bass low I ride low, Juicy to tell her what you said, bro Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes Me, Juicy J, got too many flows Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way outta your budget Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin' Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low, low I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low Lil' momma know I like my kisses down Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins Pull up with them V twins in my engine All this ice all around me like a penguin I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick That's just so good, man a bitch came quick I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin' You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin' C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin' Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' Myx Moscato, niggas I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low, low I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low Lil' momma know I like my kisses down I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho Mr. Stack-That-Dough Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feelin' you" Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you Got two 9's but they're not identical I'll never trait on my squad, nigga Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga In other words, you a fraud, nigga I'll pull your card, nigga I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin' At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz 30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs I'm in here chillin' with my feet up I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff Pull the beat up, watch me eat up My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low My beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low, low I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low Lil' momma know I like my kisses down