Nola Kota the Friend (Ft. Hello Oshay & Khary)

[Intro: Kota the Friend]
Mama said, "Eat your veggies", mama said, "Opinions won't pay your rent"
Mama said, "Money don't make you rich", mama said, "Boy, you better wash your dish"
Fuck raw, then raise your kids, don't do it if it make no sense, if they dip when you down, then they ain't your friends
Stay you, don't obey no trends, go play, go play, go play

[Chorus 1: Kota the Friend]
Too much in my head, I ain't got no time
Gotta get this bread, gotta get this wine
Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line
If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
I don't drink no Coca-Cola, soul is old like Motorola's
Only want it if it's Kosher, not a hoe, I'd rather nola
Darling, you know I am boring
I don't like the club, but, you can stay and grab a cup
I'm just a nigga from New York, yankee, fitted in my trunk
Took a minute, but, I'm lit, and now my city show me love
Brooklyn spread the love, get your funds, used to take the g, and now, we count 'em up
Broke a lot of hearts, and all that I can say was I was young
Call me on my jack, all my nigga's really got my back
Shorty got my heart, so, I promise her that I'll be back
If it feel like love, lil' homie, then it's probably that
If you got a feeling she a thottie, oh, she probably that