Lyrics Mami - Mezsiah

Mami on it
She got ten racks from the corleone
She tell him buy me chanel
Louis v and ralph
Dissin' the coupe she want
Four seats when they revvin' it
I gotta love it
She spent ten racks on a shitty phone
Esco pa patron
Lil' mami cautious
He got forges
To make a motherfuckin' livin' in

He got the recipe delivered in
Gold cup she be dippin' in
Movin' elegantly
He payin' the bills
Gold rimmed grills
Ain't nobody know the reason why she snackin' on pills
It's a culture
High sowed stitch like couture
Man of the hills
He overlooks everyone
The heaven wont come for him
Drive away with the gold rims
Mami I can hear the phone callin'
Who that I hear, who the fuck is you talkin' to
Is he onto us
Don't sweat lil' baby I'm in a rush to go

Mami on it
She got ten racks from the corleone
She tell him buy me chanel
Louis v and ralph
Dissin' the coupe she want
Four seats when they revvin' it
I gotta love it
She spent ten racks on a shitty phone
Esco pa patron
Lil' mami cautious
He got forges
To make a motherfuckin' livin' in

Damn wooh
Luxury a feel
Try the plug high fashion on heels
Better be gone before he loose the subjectives
Made a big deal outta bitch trying on the shoes
For the cool look
Careless on luck
Shoppin' all reckless
For her it's addictive
Vulnerable she feelin' bad by herself
So she made her the mistress
Told on herself when she brought the officials
To call on the
OF peeps how they lookin' in
She got the corleones keys
Cause she kissin'
Next step's when he puts it in
Mo' cash
More help with the gram
Guess it ain't a sin
In a system
Where the cash wins
It's the way it all begins
Feelin' of gratulations
When she ripped the pants off to flash her friends
I'm tellin' you her only fans are only fans
They in a trance
Watchin', gawkin'
Ratchet whores
Try walkin' away from the calls
Won't get paid
'Less she on all fours
Sustaining the war in the brain
'Till her hair falls off from distress
Man she a mess
Siah he blessed
Called in the lover
Baby all dressed up, bothered
Bullets ahead take cover now

Rolling around
Dirt in her eyes now
She's seen everything she didn't wanna
So he would come to call her
On the ring ding ding ding ting
Tastin', you his lover now
Why do you fall in love
You've let yourself down
You've let your health down
With the corleones code

Mami on it
She got ten racks from the corleone
She tell him buy me chanel
Louis v and ralph
Dissin' the coupe she want
Four seats when they revvin' it
I gotta love it
She spent ten racks on a shitty phone
Esco pa patron
Lil' mami cautious
He got forges
To make a motherfuckin' livin' in

He got the recipe delivered in
Gold cup she be dippin' in
Movin' elegantly
He payin' the bills
Gold rimmed grills
Ain't nobody know the reason why she snackin' on pills