Tillie - #MIMI (Mama I Made It) Lyrics

(Mama, I made it)
(Happy belated)
Yeah
I took the top off the coupé just to stick out my head and say, "Mama, I made it"
I'm in my bag, I swear I wouldn't be here if I stopped just to listen to haters
These niggas just pussy
Tough on the 'Gram but they can't overlook me
I see all the snakes, I ain't talking 'bout Gucci
My boy got a stick, he a vet' to these rookies
I'm sick as a dog and I hang with the veterans
Spilled the Wock' on my shirt and it's Vetements
I said, "Vetements," oops, I meant Vetements
Took your hoe 'cause she choosing the better one
That's your hoe but she treat me like number one
I'm going up, I'm doing it first
I'm going up, I'm putting in work
In that widebody Tonka, I'm making it swerve
I'm making money
Yeah
F*ck being famous
Hop out the coupé like a bunny, Balenci' my body
Told mama I made it
Yeah
I'm in my bag
So it's just f*ck all the haters
F*ck all that what?
F*ck all the haters
F-F*ck all that what?
F*ck all the haters