Sorry Momma YG (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Produced by DJ Mustard & Terrace Martin]

[Verse 1: YG]
Momma said I ain't acting like her son
Cause I'm getting money Momma, you ain't giving me none
You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow
So get used to the things that I'm doing for dollars
You said: "Boy, you better watch your back
Your pops in jail, remember that"
Momma it get like that
You said: "Don't call me for no bail money"
Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, keep that bitch out my house"
I said, "I'm 18"; you said: "this your place?"
Nah, this is Section 8
Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga"
Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit
"You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures
You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers"
Damn, now I'm less than a man
Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand
I'm sorry momma...

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Momma
Let me take some weight off your shoulders (yeah)
I'm singing to momma (ah yeah)
You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over