[Intro]
Feel I owe this shit all to God, I owe this shit all to Mom
(Ay, hush up)
(Wh-what they talkin’ ‘bout Traiqo?)
(It’s EzMoney)
Bow
[Chorus]
They’ll tell you, “Spend the money,” but won’t tell you to invest
They won’t ask you, “Is you good?” but they’ll tell you they need help (What else?)
Lately I been out the mission ‘cause I been workin’ on myself (Yeah)
Stackin’ up my paper, tryna ball like NFL (Bow, bow)
If I’m ever wrong, then baby make sure that you tell me
Out here on my own , God, don’t need no one to help me
I owe this shit all to mom, remember when you helped me (Mommy)
I welcomed them with open arms, they like me to be selfish
[Verse]
Like Michael on that stage, them bitches love me like I’m Elvis
Gun inside my palm, this bitch ain’t never on my pelvis
I got kids so I go hard
They can’t kill me, I got rod
My brother livin’ in my heart (Oh no)
And I been crying out loud, do you see me?
Dear God, can you hear me?
I’m a thug but treat her genie (Oh)
Treat my hoes with care
I left blood inside these trenches, know my heart forever there
I made a vow to have my children know I’m always gon’ be there
I pull up swerving, bend the curb, what the word is?
And I been splurging in every mall, do this all year
And I been working, work and shine, like a bald head (Bow)
That ho ain’t worth it, she been going, how do y’all live? (Mmh)
Feel I owe this shit all to God, I owe this shit all to Mom
(Ay, hush up)
(Wh-what they talkin’ ‘bout Traiqo?)
(It’s EzMoney)
Bow
[Chorus]
They’ll tell you, “Spend the money,” but won’t tell you to invest
They won’t ask you, “Is you good?” but they’ll tell you they need help (What else?)
Lately I been out the mission ‘cause I been workin’ on myself (Yeah)
Stackin’ up my paper, tryna ball like NFL (Bow, bow)
If I’m ever wrong, then baby make sure that you tell me
Out here on my own , God, don’t need no one to help me
I owe this shit all to mom, remember when you helped me (Mommy)
I welcomed them with open arms, they like me to be selfish
[Verse]
Like Michael on that stage, them bitches love me like I’m Elvis
Gun inside my palm, this bitch ain’t never on my pelvis
I got kids so I go hard
They can’t kill me, I got rod
My brother livin’ in my heart (Oh no)
And I been crying out loud, do you see me?
Dear God, can you hear me?
I’m a thug but treat her genie (Oh)
Treat my hoes with care
I left blood inside these trenches, know my heart forever there
I made a vow to have my children know I’m always gon’ be there
I pull up swerving, bend the curb, what the word is?
And I been splurging in every mall, do this all year
And I been working, work and shine, like a bald head (Bow)
That ho ain’t worth it, she been going, how do y’all live? (Mmh)
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