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mama we rich - gucci mane & rich homie quan lyrics

[intro: quavo]
yeah
zaytoven
young rich n-gga sh-t, migos 1017

[chorus: quavo]
seen a hundred bands all at one time (i seen it)
i just blew my mama mind ’cause my mama seen it (f-ck)
and she had a fit, yeah she had a fit (mama)
i told my mama we rich (rich), told my mama we rich (go)
se-seen a hundred bands all at one time (i did)
i just blew my mama mind ’cause my mama seen it (f-ck)
and she had a fit, yeah she had a fit (mama)
i told my mama we rich (rich), told my mama we rich (go)

[verse 1: quavo]
mama had a fit when she seen my money (d-mn)
she say you got no job, you must be up to something (i know)
wha-what the h-ll you doin’, don’t get in no trouble (what?)
i had to look out for my nephew, he look up to uncle (takeoff)
mama got a n-gga, i ain’t like his -ss (nah)
try to make me rake the leaves, and cut the gr-ss (what?)
n-gga y’ain’t even got no kid, what make you dad? (nah)
if i wasn’t twelve years old, i’d bust your -ss (baww!)
mama kicked him out and now i’m 21 (she did)
bought a prada, gucci, louis, christian louboutin (true story)
mama taught everything, i’m her daniel-san (mama)
i had to go and get her that porsche before the summer come (skrt, gone!)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i was servin’ junkies out my mama window (mom)
i was worth like half a brick, that was ’96 (huh?)
daddy gone so i guess that makes me head huncho
mama rumblin’ through my closet she done found a [?]
she say, “i raised you better, boy you got a strong mind”
said, “i can’t believe you serve that to your own kind”
told my mama, “sh-t,” ’cause i been broke a long time
that’s why i’m at the store and junkies in a lone line
i was a runner from my bother, i need my own plug
i feel like 2 chainz and lil wayne, i need my own drugs
first time i set shop on my own block, i didn’t get no love
two-thousand for a charger, six, its no scrub

[verse 3: takeoff]
the audi, the masi, the jag, war
the bentley, the house by the lake
gold on my neck, gold on my wrist
young takeoff, i sh-t on ten k
i’m posted with guwop
i’m strapped up with two glocks
versace my back
i feel like i’m 2pac
he wanted whole brick
i gave him re-rock
pull up on your block
[?] t-top
finesse the plug for the bags
my wrist is spinnin’ like taz
i know that my mama ‘gon spaz
she find out ’bout all of this cash
but f-ck it, my n-gga, we rich
remember them nights and them l!cks
duckin’ police and jumpin’ the fence
now we in lambs, president tint

- gucci mane rich homie quan lyrics

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