"Momma Don't Worry" lyrics
Lil Wayne, Future & Lil Baby Lyrics
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Momma, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you"
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told Momma, "Don't worry, you know you raised a hard body"
Granny called the other day, said, "Don't scratch 'cause God got you"
I'ma chase this paper every day, I ain't doin' no stoppin'
Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I'm so four-pockets
All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can't forget that
Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin' from the rent man (Turned our lights out)
They ain't never lettin' nothin' slide, I was taught to get my lick back
Hit hard, move silent, I ain't got time for all that chit-chat
Even though I feel like you and them got mad love for my dad
No hard feelings, I ain't ever cry 'bout nothin' I ain't have
Growin' up inside of poverty, that shit'll have you mad (Mad)
Goin' to school without no new shoes, that shit'll turn you bad (Bad-bad)
Took security with my momma (Don't worry)
I know she got her pistol
'Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear)
I'ma take care of my sisters (My sisters)
We ain't ridin' no more bad shit
My lil' boy don't know 'bout private jets (PJs)
And my auntie 'nem, they straight now (Okay)
It ain't too much for 'em to worry about (I promise)
Momma, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you"
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told Momma, "Don't worry, I'll be just fine"
Angels watch over my shoulder like a umpire
I could get in the octagon with these punchlines
Like, nigga, I'm the captain and it's crunch time
Skipped the lunch line, gotta eat more than some time
I done time, so I think everyone one time
Colorblind to the sunshine, I rather moonshine
Told the team, "I don't care who shine as long as you shine"
Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job
Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job
Too high, fuck the shit outta her then we woosah
Woo-ha, got you all in check like a Swoosh sign
Told my daddy, "I don't blame you, neither claim you
You was never in the picture, somebody framed you"
Mom's bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too
Since the day I could walk, I been on the same team
Momma, don't worry (Tunech'), I got my pistol (Lil' bitch)
I'm gettin' my dollars (Hell yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby)
Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you"
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true (Mula, baby)
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Momma, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you"
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told Momma, "Don't worry, you know you raised a hard body"
Granny called the other day, said, "Don't scratch 'cause God got you"
I'ma chase this paper every day, I ain't doin' no stoppin'
Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I'm so four-pockets
All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can't forget that
Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin' from the rent man (Turned our lights out)
They ain't never lettin' nothin' slide, I was taught to get my lick back
Hit hard, move silent, I ain't got time for all that chit-chat
Even though I feel like you and them got mad love for my dad
No hard feelings, I ain't ever cry 'bout nothin' I ain't have
Growin' up inside of poverty, that shit'll have you mad (Mad)
Goin' to school without no new shoes, that shit'll turn you bad (Bad-bad)
Took security with my momma (Don't worry)
I know she got her pistol
'Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear)
I'ma take care of my sisters (My sisters)
We ain't ridin' no more bad shit
My lil' boy don't know 'bout private jets (PJs)
And my auntie 'nem, they straight now (Okay)
It ain't too much for 'em to worry about (I promise)
Momma, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you"
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told Momma, "Don't worry, I'll be just fine"
Angels watch over my shoulder like a umpire
I could get in the octagon with these punchlines
Like, nigga, I'm the captain and it's crunch time
Skipped the lunch line, gotta eat more than some time
I done time, so I think everyone one time
Colorblind to the sunshine, I rather moonshine
Told the team, "I don't care who shine as long as you shine"
Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job
Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job
Too high, fuck the shit outta her then we woosah
Woo-ha, got you all in check like a Swoosh sign
Told my daddy, "I don't blame you, neither claim you
You was never in the picture, somebody framed you"
Mom's bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too
Since the day I could walk, I been on the same team
Momma, don't worry (Tunech'), I got my pistol (Lil' bitch)
I'm gettin' my dollars (Hell yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby)
Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you"
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true (Mula, baby)
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
