Lyrics Mama Right - Ginger Trill feat. K-Tasso

Yeah
I know they got to moving the product
I never ran off on the plug, and that's word to my mama
A fuck nigga broke a few promises
Not that surprising, you know fuck niggas move with no honour
I got it from here
Promise, I promise, I do this shit
I really do this, I promise can nobody stop us
Dopest inside the province, oh they forgot it
No, cause I remind 'em
I'm just being modest, never out of pocket
Yeah I'm bout it bout it, never ever doubted
Money where your mouth, hope is where you wallet
S should be worth a couple hundred thousand
Different kind of floss, hop a thousand islands
Different kind of sauce, traveling allowance
Different kind of sport, for the little baby
Do it for the baby, love my little baby
Gotta do it for the family
Never gave a fuck about no Grammy
Know they was never checking for no African
Do this to keep a promise to my granny
Even the SAMAs didn't check for me
Nobody checking till the cheque is deep
You know once I get it, I might let 'em see
But father forgive me, I might let it be
I might let 'em see
What you know about getting rich while your ass sittin' on the block?
What you know about grindin' hard when your boss sittin' on a yacht?
What you know about losing work when your ass sittin' on a bill?
What you know about standing
Corners when your plug livin' in the hills?
Had to make sure that my mama right
Had to make sure that I get the bread
Had to make sure that the gang is tight
Had to make sure that my baby fed
Had to make sure that my mama right
Had to make sure that I get the bread
Had to make sure that the gang is tight
Had to make sure that my baby fed
I know they got word to moving the doddy
I never gave up on the trapping, that's word to my OG
I'm not that surprised that you know me
The fiends really loving the packs cause they fatter than Stogie
These bands got me feeling like Chapo
Can't do a club with the sticks, so we stab with the bottle
Trapping lowkey is the motto
Y'all need to check your bravado, my life like a season of Narcos
I'm hugging the semis
All for the benjies and pennies
All for the Beamers and Bentleys
I love the moola, I pass a band to my shooter
Y'all need to watch your medulla
Oblangata gotta load the chopper
And it's priddy major, watching Ragga Ragga
Rentse dotse corner, redi bala gwala
Smoking pretty flowers, tsa mebalabala
I need the gang by my side
We always catching a vibe
Y'all need to snap and we live
Y'all better duck when we ride
Through all the songs, you don't shake
We don't reply to the hatin'
I send the shooter location
Y'all don't get a slice when we caking
What you know about getting rich while your ass sittin' on the block?
What you know about grindin' hard when your boss sittin' on a yacht?
What you know about losing work when your ass sittin' on a bill?
What you know about standing
Corners when your plug livin' in the hills?
Had to make sure that my mama right
Had to make sure that I get the bread
Had to make sure that the gang is tight
Had to make sure that my baby fed
Had to make sure that my mama right
Had to make sure that I get the bread
Had to make sure that the gang is tight
Had to make sure that my baby fed