fbg duck & lil nuka - momma lyrics
[intro: fbg duck]
mama
gang (ayy, this some crazy+ass sh+t right here), mama
gang (i’ma call this sh+t “momma”)
hahahaha, turn up
[chorus: fbg duck]
when+when i was young, mama taught me how to count up, i ran through them hundreds (skrrt)
mama showed me how to count up, i ran through them hundreds, i ran through them hundreds (turn up), hey
ma+mama say, “one day you gon’ fall in love” until i fell in love with money, ooh (money)
i fell in love with the money, hey
mama thought birdman was my daddy ’cause mama knew i was a stunna (brrd)
sh+t, ain’t that somethin’? i’m just keepin’ it one hundred, ayy
mama say don’t let them get to me (fbg sh+t)
but they make me sick to my stomach
they make me sick to my stomach (fbg, b+tch)
these n+ggas gon’ make me vomit, ayy (turn up)
[verse 1: fbg duck]
i ain’t gotta tell you ’bout me ’cause they know i’m a block n+gga (they know i’m a block n+gga, st. lawrence, st. lawrence)
roll around the city with thirty in that glock, n+gga (skrrt, boom, boom+boom, boom+boom, boom+boom)
but please don’t get it twisted, i’ll still run up and pop n+ggas (brrlah)
come through your sh+t, clean that mess up with that mop, n+gga (oh my god, oh my lord, godd+mn, ooh)
r.i.p. boss, he used to like to drop n+ggas (6347 trap money)
dutchie, that’s my bro, he like to f+ck the opps’ sisters (he’ll f+ck your sister, he up on ’em, gang)
i f+ck with 50 strong, so i guess i’m a opp with ’em (i f+ck with 50 strong, they apart of my family)
young, he gon’ blow, he like to shoot out with the cops, n+gga (he’ll shoot a n+gga down, that’s on my homie, gang)
[chorus: fbg duck & lil nuka]
when i was young, mama taught me how to count up, i ran through them hundreds (skrrt)
mama showed me how to count up, i ran through them hundreds, i ran through them hundreds (turn up), hey
ma+mama say, “one day you gon’ fall in love” until i fell in love with money, ooh (money)
i fell in love with the money, hey
mama thought birdman was my daddy ’cause mama knew i was a stunna (brrd)
sh+t, ain’t that somethin’? i’m just keepin’ it one hundred, ayy
mama say don’t let them get to me, but they make me sick to my stomach (ugh)
(mama tried to tell me about these b+tch n+ggas, [?])
they make me sick to my stomach, these n+ggas gon’ make me vomit (ooh), ayy
[verse 2: lil nuka]
i be with shottas and [?]
bro ‘nem ain’t talk, they got knocked with them hammers (shh)
blankin’ fns for rockin’ montana (what?)
and i’m the mountains gettin’ toppy from hannah (hah, dumb b+tch)
take what’s mine, understand us (nah)
i heard money talk, so i copy the grammar (i heard it)
lil’ b+tches know how i rock and i band up (they know)
that hatin’ ain’t stoppin’ these knots that i band up, uh (no, no)
all these shots in the handgun (boom+boom)
k!ll him, he won’t go to cops givin’ answers (snitch n+gga)
n+ggas get shot when that van come (boom+boom)
frank block where i am from (frank land)
so if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, then lil’ n+gga, miss me, b+tch, come again? (come again?)
my mama said if i hang with broke n+ggas, i’m gon’ end up one of them (i can’t)
so i keep tumblin’
swear if this rap sh+t don’t work, still my trap gon’ bring numbers in (f+ck rap)
all of this money, b+tch n+gga
you mad and i’m laughin’ like, “go get you some of it” (broke n+gga)
or end up under sh+t
all my lil’ squad [?], they just shoot for the fun of it (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
in that trap, i was young as sh+t
bunch of lil’ young n+ggas ballin’ in okc, thunder sh+t
i f+ck with fbg ’cause we all a bunch of fly n+ggas (clout, clout)
’cause we all a bunch of fly n+ggas, squad
if my mama taught me one thing never turn my back on my n+ggas atf the squad, n+gga, gang
[chorus: fbg duck]
when i was young, mama taught me how to count up, i ran through them hundreds (skrrt)
mama showed me how to count up, i ran through them hundreds, i ran through them hundreds (turn up), hey
ma+mama say, “one day you gon’ fall in love” until i fell in love with money, ooh (money)
i fell in love with the money, hey
mama thought birdman was my daddy ’cause mama knew i was a stunna (brrd)
sh+t, ain’t that somethin’? i’m just keepin’ it one hundred, ayy
mama say don’t let them get to me, but they make me sick to my stomach (ugh)
they make me sick to my stomach, these n+ggas gon’ make me vomit (ooh), ayy
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