Текст песни Momma's Crib - Camilo

Wealthy Season dawg you dunkno what it is
Yeah yeah, Milo Camilo
Blessing the Cloud, whoa
Taylor bout to fucking flex

I
Gotta move out my mommas
Crib
Cause shawty way too loud when taking
Dick
So momma I'll be back when I am rich,
When I'm filthy rich, wealthy wealthy Season
We on our shit,
I've been bumping too much yachty, Plus I'm drinking I'm so happy
I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid
I still gotta pack up all of my shit
But fuck it I'm just tweaking to my shit,
Drip drip drip, moving out its bout be lit
Gotta stay focused can't lose grip,
Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist
Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks
Sip sip sip

Glo up, gotta glo up
No hold up
Called up, all the mandem
Like wassap
Wagwan, I've been caught up
But I'm good now
All in, bitch I'm all in
Bitch I'm balls deep
Move out, gotta move now
Ima big dog
Bark bark, gotta go hard
Like a tree log
I think Ima blow up
Everywhere dawg
Yeah everywhere everywhere
Back then, I would chill back
In the background
Way back, in the back back
Like and ad lib
Now days, I just snap
On every track, cause I can't be average, fuck that
No way
Moved out, to the west side
Alberta, round here
Yeah they call this shit the flame
Spent two years tryna build my name
Just to move back, don't regret a thang
Yeah milo way too hot hot hot
Have my dukes to thank for everything I got got got, yeah hey
I gotta get something on my own tho
But don't you trip you know I'll bring it home tho