Questlove - Momma Taught Me lyrics

Momma gave me the swag, I walk like the President Talk about only dead presidents and big settlements Yes I have faith in the flag, yep I'm a citizen I'm repping for my city that is bad as the city is Momma ain't teach me no better but to get this cheddar And that I do and for it I get at you I consider you all fools, you n***as is hilarious Young Money b**hes don't wanna f** us, they wanna marry us Now ain't that some sh** I can't have one b**h but I just got one dick and no I ain't f**ing with the faith I load my hand gun with hand towels just to touch a n***a face I am something like a safe, I will never crack Ain't no combination, n***a never that If a n***a ever said anything about Weezy and meant it He gone get it that same evening, Pimpin' Backseat riding like I'm Mr. Daisy, I am Weezy F Baby, don't miss the Baby I kiss the lady on her hand, I'm a fly young man, check my wingspan This year I probably do everything tan by/buy a crib on the sand Got to float to the land but don't get it twisted I still die for me And do a bid for my man, keep it real as I can Cuz I'm strong, strong with a will and a plan Where there's a will there's a way so make way for the fam Young Money, I yell it 'til they come for me, come get me I bet I'll take more than one with me I know it don't take more than one shot And for that reason, I'm going to shoot more than one shot I be clicking when the gun stop, I make the body hot Then spit on it when the body drop I get on it like a pot of crack I get at your b**h, then I tell her like a rapper "holla back!" I'm still asking, where the dollars at? I will smash you if you got 'em Jack, I'll peel faster The lil' ba*tard in the Maybach A young n***a, I still think saving is wack I eat, sleep, sh**, and bathe with my gat I'm like, f** pimping slaving is back They like, "Yes Master, You're the best Master" My hoes need me, I'm like test answers You don't need me, you might catch cancer Come back from treatment looking like Van Exel No, I don't like bald head hoes I like a long haired diva with the boss a** goals I'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go He too proud, I go where your boy can't go, oh Nasty a** lil' boy, put my feet up on the dash, pa** the the gra** Enjoy, get the coke up off the gla**, get the money out the drawers Get the weed out the jars and we do it like stars! Haha Weezy F Baby Yea (DJ Drama talking)