Cash Kidd - On My Mama lyrics

[Intro:] On my mama I ain't worried 'bout a b**h On my mama don't plot because I am not a f**ing lick On my mama I f**ed her and her friend with this dick On my mama I'm good, we eating, I ain't worried bout sh** On my mama [verse 1: Cash Kidd] I woke up rubbing yo b**h on her fat a** I said b**h go make some money with yo rat a** She rolled her eyes, left and came right back Made it rain on me I said "damn straight like that?" All my b**hes got boyfriends thats how I love it Cuz then they ain't gone try and cuff me right after I f** them All they want from me is dick, they don't ask for nothing I might buy them a peice of gum an a bag of Funyuns But that's about it they don't get sh**, boy you can have yo woman Drop her off, you eat her in the morning like a egg mcmuffin Boy I seen you kissing on that b**h holding her hand in public I texted her phone like "lol" girl yo man a dummy b**h I dont give two f**s I been balling I dont hoop much I'm so cold I got goosebumps new Buffs white like Klu Klux You n***as sweeter than fruit punch I'm leaving after these two nuts This b**h want me to eat her? I'll never eat it like school lunch [Hook:] All these boosting a** n***as Fake a** wanna be shooter a** n***as Man! all these choosing a** b**hes Bad a** wanna be bougie a** b**hes On my mama I'll leave it on my mama I'll spray it On my mama I'm just trying to get the neck watch how I play it On my mama I know she f** with my bro I know she choosing On my mama we eating on my mama yo I'm boosting [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Whats good Jeff bro Rest In Peace I'm on tips step to me you and Jeff gone meet Yea b**h you cute but you is just another rat to me f** a b**h an make her say "UN" like Master P My ex ho texted me like "damn you just dont mess with me I see you getting money I guess you think you too fresh for me" b**h you must've heard I was ballin that's why you back on Meeks? b**h I just call how I see it, I'm a referee Shut yo poor a** mouth before I f** yo lips All these hoes trying to cuff me, b**h cuff this dick I f**ed her friend now she mad on some other sh** Posting pictures of herself crying, old ugly b**h She get fed good if her head good then we at the Coney If yo b**h wanna smack the homies we in her walls like I crashed the stony b**hes say I be acting phony because I got a lot of cheese like macaroni It's "M" block get popped twin Glocks, Zack and Cody [Hook] [Verse 3: Cash Kidd] R.I.P. Jeff that's what my motherf**ing shirt say For the cake I'll blow you like some candles on my birthday Never trust a b**h that let you f** her on the first date Better tell that ho to beat it like drums on a church day p**y like the ocean, I'm finna dive in it When I'm swimming she say she can't feel her legs she a mermaid She just got her house it ain't no furniture in her place So I'ma have to crack her on the ground like a earthquake She wanna f** me and bro we playing roles like we don't know Told that freak b**h to give me face, she stuck out her mouth like Stevie J I see more cake than a Easy Bake, got more dimes then a piggy bank I get in her jeans like DNA, she singing like a Madea play OK? My b**h call me a chooser, and she right You think you seeing me you must be blind like the three mice I turn yo b**h on at night like a street light When we f**ing she be running like that n***a off of 3 Strikes [Hook]