Russ - MOMMA Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Every once in a while, you gotta unjade and just
Shake the snow globe, yeah

You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it (one more time)
We ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it

Yeah, smoking weed while on ATV's while driving past the camels
My mommas Instagram account looks like the travel channel (facts)
Pyramid snapping from hearing me rapping, it happened
No obstacles because my face starts staring me past, I'm laughing
'Cause you hate me, all because your girlfriend wants to fuck
And CNN want to talk and take me, its crazy
I'm disregarding you, my mommas advise is energy wise, that I should put a jar on you (trapped)
You can't get to me, like nana's secret recipes
I'm somewhere on a yacht, tequila shots around the seven seas
Memories over money, uh (yeah)
Liquor over beer
If you can see it from the front you know its bigger in the rear
Yeah you know its fat (you know its fat)
I like my women built like Doja Cat
I told her that, ain't no holding back
Bitch I'm lit, this is it
Everything that I shop for, I bought my mom the dream houses that she shopped for

You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it (one more time)
We ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it

Yeah, I'm well protected, well dressed, well invested
With a classic debut that's why I still rock the necklace
Still fuck my ex bitch
Don't worry it be random, I can't help it though
Pussy hits different in the mansion
Santorini tannin', momma order baklava
Frank is out here introducing people to the octagon
I'm just tryna not piss of my neighbors and the soccer moms
I'm adding basketball courts and pools just for the ambiance
Let me live, I'm twenty six I'm on some rich shit
Models pulling up, we getting drunk, I made us gimlets
Write 'em off as business, expenses, I'm pensive
'Cause when she say she fucks with me, I can't tell if she meant it
Fuck it (fuck it)
The whole city had it (true)
Gary V hitting me, new investments, I throw fifty at it (true)
My dog hit me when I got the call, Nipsey rest in peace
Told me, Alicia Keys told him that my mom's pretty

You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it (one more time)
We ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it