My Momma Told Me (feat. Wooh Da Kid & Nino Cahootz) - Waka Flocka Flame

DJ Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Kliko, we in this motherf-cker man I'm back, now I've been all around the motherf-ckin world man 42 cities, 11 countries N-gga I'm still tourin man Of 3 years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins Rappers beef with other n-ggas, they don't want these problems I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn't have an option My youngins, they ain't got a option, they'll shoot yo shit up That's facts n-gga, stay strapped n-gga Ridin round town with that same fat n-gga That's deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast 6 hour surgeries and a body cast Ah, ride on the enemy Give a f-ck about this industry Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery Adopt yo soul, it ain't shit to me (adios) Parties droppin, I see murder like masterpiece Obituary, you just made history No prints, just an unsolved mystery Copped my first strap when I was 14 Real painkiller like morphine Don't pause, add em, I need more fiends I can see it in his face, he sold his ice cream Wooh da King, Waka Flocka - bad news I swear these boys nuts, no casuals Cross the line, you gon die today Droppin money on the head like he DOA I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

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

Momma told me I'ma be a star one day Woke up in the morning and kissed my face "Time to go, you're too special To lay around my house and take up space You're gonna do something for the human race You didn't get my eyes but you got my face Now go find some dream to chase" Momma told me I'ma be a star one day Went to all the games that I didn't play Said, "Stay strong, it won't take long You started off slow but you'll get there quick Zip that coat so you don't get sick Believe in yourself, boy, that's the trick You're building this thing up brick by brick" She would pick me up from practice And she'd take me home from school She made me believe in magic She knew Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, too Momma told me I'ma be a star one day Cried a little bit when I went away I grew up, and all that stuff She told me I need to pick up my phone "If it doesn't work out, you can come back home" Knew I couldn't go 'cause I'm too grown Gotta figure this out alone But she helped me move to my apartment In the center of downtown L.A. Hugged me and said, "You're just getting started I know that my star will find a way"

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti