LYRICS:

Aye
Mama told me

Mama told me
Take ya wallet out if you got her to go eat
Now I got a couple of em that’s payin’ before me
Then I give ‘em long jimmy they sayin’ it’s so deep
TMI but I
Don’t let nobody play me for nothin’
Girl we ain’t even discussin’
Either you want it or you gotta move
I can make a phone call, get another you
Try me, Toot It Boot It, YG
Lookin’ like you mad, got me on the edge of my seat
I zoom on the dolly like I copied Spike Lee
I do want the body on my woman like me
Tight v, lil over five feet
When she comin’ bite me
I’m a man that got manners, but a mack though
You leave, then she comin’ in the backdoor
See the type that I like, on attack mode
What you all up on my back for

Mama told me, be ready
When these women try to catch you
Shawty I was born this pretty
When it’s all done
Baby imma need to get a statue
Shawty I was born this witty
You ain’t want me
Back then, life comin’ at you
You cannot afford this really
Fall back, I ain’t got no time for the games
Fall back, don’t remember yo name, aye

Turn around, drop, aye show me what that ass do
I’m gettin’ kinda bored wit, titties
Just playin’, baby girl I’m just sayin’ what a rap dude
Would say in this situation, you bad news
And I’m worse, spent a lot on my shirt
But most of the time, I be kickin’ it my sweats
Out west, got a couple of fans that’s callin’ me they only
Sendin’ me nudes, she don’t even know me
Don’t really want fame, that shit kinda throw me
But if I keep beatin’ on these beats like Ike Turner wit’ T
My privacy gon’ delete, too many people in reach
Then I’m stressed, let’s put it in context
I had a lotta days wit’ no fanfare
Now I got 5 in Dallas like I’m Dampier
Boy the world keep turnin’, imma stand here
Want dough, but it ain’t naan here

Mama told me, be ready
When these women try to catch you
Shawty I was born this pretty
When it’s all done
Baby imma need to get a statue
Shawty I was born this witty
You ain’t want me
Back then, life comin’ at you
You cannot afford this really
Fall back, I ain’t got no time for the games
Fall back, don’t remember yo name, aye

Cold like December, I feel like I’m Simba
Spark up the flames, I don’t need no tinder
She swipin’ my chains, it make me remember
My exes’ affections, I’m using protection
I don’t like the clubbin’, she buyin’ out sections
Value my rep, and don’t need those reflections
Don’t smoke and don’t drink and she rollin’ for breakfast
You micro-aggressive, and manic-obsessive
Nobody gon’ know if we go back to hunchin’
When you slightly drunk off of Saturday brunch
I don’t need me no bae girl this music my home
We ain’t thirsty no more, we got hella unknowns
All in my DMs, tryna be my BM
Act like I don’t see ‘em, got nothin’ to say
When I’m fadin’, I pray for this money to stay
And these groupies to lay off
I don’t get a day off