You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
I been staying down talking flip after flip
I know that girl gon' drown if she gets lost in this drip
Always thinking bout some money cause it's such a bright idea
Can't be no object in your mirror
I'm three fly as I appear
Don't gotta make her pop a pill
I got fly guy appeal
These bitches living life for real
These niggaz never keep it real
That's why I keep a small circle no niggaz around me
Then I took off like a rocket I ain't never been grounded
They tried to take off with my swag, they lost and found me
First thing I'mma do with that bag: get an accountant
I'mma need me a bad bad bitch to help me count it
If she can't swim through the drip, she gon' drown then
You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
Girl I love the way you stack your money
Make a nigga respect your mind
I'm tryna make good use of our time babe
So I read every letter of that tattoo on your spine babe
Then I counted up, jumped up then I got right back to my grind baby
Your nigga lazy and a cry baby
You settled down with him why baby?
Like you ain't know you was fly baby
Don't tell me you never tried baby
Don't even tell me no lies baby
You a bag of ice on a hot day
Good gas on me like the Raceway
I want Ms like both MJs
I want big Ms, MJ
Run it up like 10-K
I smoke on OG and my plug is a sensei
She gon' give me her spot when I bench press
Whatever I need I gotta finesse it
I'll f*ck your bitch in her wedding dress
I been giving f*cks less and less
Nothing less than living legendary
You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
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You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
I been staying down talking flip after flip
I know that girl gon' drown if she gets lost in this drip
Always thinking bout some money cause it's such a bright idea
Can't be no object in your mirror
I'm three fly as I appear
Don't gotta make her pop a pill
I got fly guy appeal
These bitches living life for real
These niggaz never keep it real
That's why I keep a small circle no niggaz around me
Then I took off like a rocket I ain't never been grounded
They tried to take off with my swag, they lost and found me
First thing I'mma do with that bag: get an accountant
I'mma need me a bad bad bitch to help me count it
If she can't swim through the drip, she gon' drown then
You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
Girl I love the way you stack your money
Make a nigga respect your mind
I'm tryna make good use of our time babe
So I read every letter of that tattoo on your spine babe
Then I counted up, jumped up then I got right back to my grind baby
Your nigga lazy and a cry baby
You settled down with him why baby?
Like you ain't know you was fly baby
Don't tell me you never tried baby
Don't even tell me no lies baby
You a bag of ice on a hot day
Good gas on me like the Raceway
I want Ms like both MJs
I want big Ms, MJ
Run it up like 10-K
I smoke on OG and my plug is a sensei
She gon' give me her spot when I bench press
Whatever I need I gotta finesse it
I'll f*ck your bitch in her wedding dress
I been giving f*cks less and less
Nothing less than living legendary
You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
I been staying down talking flip after flip
I know that girl gon' drown if she gets lost in this drip
Always thinking bout some money cause it's such a bright idea
Can't be no object in your mirror
I'm three fly as I appear
Don't gotta make her pop a pill
I got fly guy appeal
These bitches living life for real
These niggaz never keep it real
That's why I keep a small circle no niggaz around me
Then I took off like a rocket I ain't never been grounded
They tried to take off with my swag, they lost and found me
First thing I'mma do with that bag: get an accountant
I'mma need me a bad bad bitch to help me count it
If she can't swim through the drip, she gon' drown then
You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
Girl I love the way you stack your money
Make a nigga respect your mind
I'm tryna make good use of our time babe
So I read every letter of that tattoo on your spine babe
Then I counted up, jumped up then I got right back to my grind baby
Your nigga lazy and a cry baby
You settled down with him why baby?
Like you ain't know you was fly baby
Don't tell me you never tried baby
Don't even tell me no lies baby
You a bag of ice on a hot day
Good gas on me like the Raceway
I want Ms like both MJs
I want big Ms, MJ
Run it up like 10-K
I smoke on OG and my plug is a sensei
She gon' give me her spot when I bench press
Whatever I need I gotta finesse it
I'll f*ck your bitch in her wedding dress
I been giving f*cks less and less
Nothing less than living legendary
You know I f*ck with my lil mama
She know how to bake a cake
Yeah I f*ck with my lil mama
Yeah for me she'll rob a bank
I been out the way heard you was looking for me
I been out the way low-key, getting money
I been out the way low-key, getting money
Smoking good dojah, stacking up hundreds
Writer: Curtis Stewart-Turner
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