Lyrics Momma - Yo Gotti
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
ya
"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
feeling
less
than
a
man
Cause
you
birth
me
and
I
was
actin'
like
I
couldn't
understand
I'm
sorry
momma...
I'm
sorry
momma
Let
me
take
some
weight
off
your
shoulders
I'm
singing
to
momma
You
ain't
gotta
worry
now,
them
days
is
over
I'm
sorry
momma,
I
know
I
ain't
shit
I
know
I
lied
a
lot,
I
know
I
ain't
slick
Your
last
dollars...
Yeah,
that
was
me
who
stole
'em
out
your
purse
(What?)
yeah,
I
know
it
hurts
I
remember
days
we
used
to
go
to
church
I
used
to
fall
asleep,
that
shit
used
to
work
your
nerves
I
remember
when
you
had
surgery
In
a
wheelchair
hooked
to
IV's
that
hurt
me
You're
like
Superwoman
in
my
eyes
You
do
a
lot
to
be
blind
out
of
one
eye
But
you
ain't
let
that
hold
you
back
You
went
on
your
marathon
and
ran
your
laps
I
broke
into
houses
and
sold
stolen
things
for
you
I
know
that
ain't
the
type
of
things
your
son
should
do
You
gave
birth
to
me,
I
love
you
and
thank
you
Just
know
you're
well-appreciated
I
said
I
know
I
did
wrong
I
know
I
did
wrong
I
know
I
did
wrong
1 Momma
2 Pharmacy
3 We Can Get It On (Remix)
4 Make It Work
5 Brick Money
6 Trap Star
7 My City
8 All White Everything
9 Bmf
10 28 Bars
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