My Momma (feat. Wiz Khalifa) - Future

I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (Yeah, what?) Wake up, Count Chilly (What?) I'm up, Count Chilly (Up) Tell my momma I hit a lick Tell my momma I hit a lick (Lick) Momma, I hit a lick Huh, Momma, I hit a lick I'm comin', baby, send the address Progress, never digress (Never) Your last one done passed the fly test (Test) I eat rappers, no digest Fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (Yeah) Money taller than a giraffe (Tall) Feng shui by the mic stand Have you ever had two One-night stands? (Have you ever?) I'm a emperor, very sinister Somewhere smokin' on Indica (Mmm) Fox on me like Vivica (Mmm) I pray for before meal, it's spiritual Wack ace, bet a big face (Yeah) They want my spot They wanna switch place (Yeah) They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (Yeah) Baow, baow, straight to the face (Bow) I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (Whole) Makin' a play in the police face They was like, "Man, he fresh" I was like, "Go, DJ" (Go) When they played your new shit I was like, "No, DJ" (No) You can go on and skip that I buy a house and flip that Chilly, chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Count it) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my momma I hit a lick (Hit it) Tell my momma I hit a lick Huh, Momma, I hit a lick Huh, Momma, I hit a lick (Ahh) Fall off in this bitch I ball off in this bitch My cameras hit the floor You call off in this bitch I threw a hundred more You stall off in this bitch And then I vámonos Applaud me in this bitch C-notes, B-notes, P-notes All up in this bitch Man, y'all not in this bitch Y'all are not familiar Y'all are immigrants The law not in this bitch, I... Fuck the opp, no competitor Got into it with my bitch last night She was right, but I had to get at her Two popped bands And they dance on my waist Hit the face, that's the editor I don't take pics on a jet, lil' nigga This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard Sit your roody-poos in the nosebleed Now my pockets holdin' big protein Big, big protein (Protein) I leveled up past Fab Five Your favorite rapper, Desperate Housewives Playin' with me get you chastised Milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied They didn't fall for it, strategize Switch the flow 'cause They know niggas Like identity theft Oh, you got like me? (Say less) Oh, you pop like me? (Say less) Mask keep a nigga (In check) Huh, swag keep a nigga (With checks) Huh, tags on my wall (Success) Huh, played the underdog, now flex (Now flex) Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly) Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my momma I hit a lick (Lick) Tell my momma I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick Momma, I hit a lick

Uh, yeah, hahaha, yup Y'all already know what it is, man It's young Khalifa, man I used to think there was no making it out But if you work hard for it, then it comes to you All it takes is time and patience Just gotta set your goal and you'll make it there Never let 'em tell you that you can't Try sticking to the plan Don't let anything get in your way Best part about it's the process And if one person get it, we all can get it so Never gonna leave you out Never gonna let you down We started so we gon' finish I'll be there anytime you call If I got it, it's yours Something worth fighting for I know they wanna see me stop But I don't ever give 'em what they want No, I ain't never giving up No, I ain't never giving up No, I ain't never giving up, no (yeah) I pray every day That I'll find the strength to carry this weight Know that I will be okay and I hope I'll see the day When I find my own way Where the skies have no grey So go on, let the sun shine on me I pray every day That I'll find the strength to carry this weight Know that I will be okay and I know that I'll see the day When I find my own way Where the skies have no grey So go on, let the sun shine on me So baby, let the sun shine on me Come on, let me When I find my own way (oh) So baby, let the sun shine on me, yeah Come on, let me Wake up, bake up Gotta get my cake and make sure my family straight Work hard for it everyday Won't ever let it slip away Got a grip on it, knock that chip right off of your shoulder Throw a zip on it Get it old school and throw some switches on it Looking older when we pose for our pictures I suppose this what we thought it'd feel like when we'd get here Ain't no opportunities missing Took advantage, now instead of corner offices We putting records out and our dogs is getting rich Tell the judge keep them sentences, I'm free as zero cents A bread long hero, I can ride through my city with no fear Was broke, switched gears and bossed up Never look back, now we on track And if you work hard, you feel exactly how I do Every day's a chance to be great, yeah yeah I pray every day That I'll find the strength to carry this weight Know that I will be okay and I know that I'll see the day When I find my own way Where the skies have no grey So baby, let the sun shine on me When I find my own way Ooh, ooh Ooh, yeah Held me find my own way, ooh Own way, ooh Help me find it, help me find it When I'm weary, Lord, please hear me A thousand voices call me, but I can't find an answer Give me courage when I'm afraid I'll give up Help my find my way up, show me the direction When I'm weary, Lord, please hear me A thousand voices call me, but I can't find an answer Give me courage when I'm afraid I'll give up Help my find my way up, show me the direction

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Six in the morning, police at my door Fresh red bottoms across the bathroom floor Party last night with a couple of hoes I had some niggas doin' molly and some bitches doin' coke I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me "Oh fuck, oh shit" (shit) From my hotel suite, you see the ocean, ocean (yeah) Put her on the 42, I had her posin', posin' (cheese) I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in (oh) Oh, she a baddie, baddie (baddie), and she got a fatty, fatty (ooh) And she call me Daddy, she don't even call her daddy, Daddy (true) You know I bought her a Cuban link and a bracelet that match it (match it) That's right, I'm rich and rachet, she got a fat transfer, no plastic (woo) Whatever necessary, got more heart than February (heart) Maybach so big it came with an office, where the secretary? (Where?) I had that act up in my cup, same color elderberry (mm) I'm known to hit the right spot, I know the neighbors hear it (Tony) I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me "Oh fuck, oh shit" (shit) From my hotel suite, you see the ocean, ocean (yeah, yeah) Put her on the 42, I had her posin', posin' (cheese) I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in (boom, boom, boom) Yeah (Hi, hi, missing home) (Poppin' time) (1st done geeked it up) (Poppin' time) You're my cousin, who I'm-, kid to my blood And that's my family All of them niggas, bruh Hey, bruh, I'm stuck between two walls, bruh You had to be there, man, that shit was nice I'm stuck between two walls, bruh You're my family, you're my blood And it's my family It's different between blood and family in the streets, you know that right?

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes