Ace Hood - On My Momma lyrics

[Verse 1:] I swear to God I'll never be a f** n***a f** n***as not to quick to f**s with us Chopper stretch a muscle like a body builder Hood say he ratting like a Stewart Little, snitch Find his little homies in the sewer with him Fool he think he tough, I got a crew of k**ers They not satisfied till their momma miss them They not satisfied till their momma miss them These n***as talk tough, gon' get it Glock will knock off your snap back fitted Hell yeah, my n***as turned up with it Hopping out of that four door tinted Fly n***a like sky miles Gold chain and my locks down On my momma, them k**ers with me They just loving that gun sound f** room with them, man she's crazy No matter what, it's f** you n***as pay me My Rollie' cost a brick, I swear to God fool Got so many cars, it's like a drive through [Hook:] Everyday I gotta hustle b**h, that's on my momma I gotta keep it G, nothing less than one hundred My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dog If she with me, she gon' f** and s** and all That's on my momma, that's on my momma I'm stunting, I'm balling, b**h that's on my momma This pistol, I keep it, that's on my momma My n***as, we bout it, that's on my momma [Verse 2:] White on white the tray, I call that b**h Madonna Chevy sits so high, I'm talking marijuana Counting up a million, damn near caught a bo*er Lambo' coming soon, it's like it's Oklahoma f** that I won't spare you n***a, f** that I won't spare you hoes Hell yeah I been getting that money, hell nah I won't sell my soul Put the word on my momma, I never snitched to your honor My chopper's name is Obama, he bring change when there's drama I stay hood and I've been that, bad b**h I might tip that Thief with me I click clack, purple lean I'm gon' sip that On my momma my click ride, on my momma my n***as ball In the club bout twenty bottles, hating n***as get pissed off [Hook]