Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea yea yea yea (Let me try this) Momma taught me real that's all i know All we get is high we never low Somebody tell the plug i need more Im tryna get a bag with all my woes Momma taught me real that's all i know All we get is high we never low Somebody tell the plug i need more Im tryna get a bag with all my woes Im bout my business my nigga You know that i had to go get it I put that bitch in the kitchen Make that lil hoe do the dishes Trap doing them digits Jumping like jimminy cricket I take that work and remix it Making me feel like im diddy All of my woes yea All of my bros yea All of bitches can go there working that pole yea Shawty in love with that pole I met that bitch at the texico I told her you cold like a eskimo I pull up wit 7 no double 0 Now i got a bag to get I need the baddest bitch Chasing that money get lost I got the bag like a boss I was 4 rocking lacost Now i run it up with the sauce I can do this in my sleep Og beata beat the beat Momma taught me real that's all i know All we get is high we never low Somebody tell the plug i need more Im tryna get a bag with all my woes Momma taught me real that's all i know All we get is high we never low Somebody tell the plug i need more Im tryna get a bag with all my woes
Writer(s): Bronsha Brandon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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