Momma Yenko Gya Me - Brother Philip

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

Ayy Yeah, I'm in the field, gotta tie my laces (uh-huh) Me and my wife on a last name basis (uh-huh) When I gettin' home, I'ma run the bases (run it) Yeah, now I'm all tired, like Mavis (hmm) No shame, baby, you know I'm shameless (yeah) Thank God that I'm in His good graces And you never took a loss like Vegas (nope) What if Batman woulda been Bane-less? Ooh, never really thought about it like that Guess the story isn't good unless you got a little bad Miner League up in this thing That's why the M is on the hat, like that Yeah, seek and you'll find (uh-huh) Don't happen overnight, yeah, needed some time (some time) Where the OG's? I don't see 'em around (where they at?) Where the fathers at? Blind leadin' the blind I'm talkin' wobble, wobble Talkin' shake it, shake it Yeah, drop it, drop it (yeah) Talk, take it, take it (take it) When you grow up on that Tell me what you gonna think about women every time they walk past Just what it is Okay It is what it is Live and let live Ayy, my momma taught me this, ayy Yeah, oh, yeah My momma taught me this, this My momma taught me this, this Yeah, I know I'm a hoot when I'm in New York Holla have soup, gotta get scoop, ayy (gotta get scoop) Down on 162 Got the Holy Ghost wit' me, I can never be spooked Me and my (me and my) Aunt Mary and coffee and Italian cookies Talkin' how I was a bad kid and I needed whoopings Shot the trauma in the teachers 'cause they always push me Thought I be in jail a bookie, now they call to book me, uh Now I'm writin' hooks 'stead o' playin' hooky (Yeah) Okay, I'm off that Hate it when they got no A majors, it's all chat Only thing you ever held down was the 'Shift' button 'cause it's all cap (cap) Told my homie, "Fall back (back) Don't ya ever be the fella always askin' where the broads at" They can tell ya thirsty and that's why they never call back If you knew that you could have it, would you really want that? Got me on my Dr. Phil, off-track Now I got your back like a bar strap I got people in my life that I still haven't called back I guess when you busy winnin', it's still got some drawbacks Uh, it is what it is Live and let live, mm My momma taught me this, ayy Yeah, yeah My momma taught me this, ayy Yeah, yeah My momma taught me this, this