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    "My Mama Used To Tell Me" Lyrics


    Make your cash
    My mama used to tell me...

    [Lil' Flip]
    Let me state my name, and show my skills
    I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal
    But I keep it real, with my peeps
    And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets
    But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead
    Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head
    Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans

    I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands
    But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent
    Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family
    And y'all think its a fantasy, to want to drive a Benz
    But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends
    And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house
    But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out
    Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad
    Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad
    But trust me dog, I've been down the same road
    But what I learned, is that you can't let money control
    The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk)
    Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk)
    The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think)
    Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week

    [Chorus: Big Shasta]
    My mama used to tell me

    My daddy used to tell me
    Make your cash
    My granny used to tell me
    My grandpa used to tell me
    Make your cash

    [Lil' Flip]
    To whoever you are, and wherever you be
    Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's
    Just keep your head up, don't get fed up
    Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up
    And watch for your friends, who always want to get you high
    Cause that might be the one, friend let you die
    Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry
    Because half of the people I loved, they already died
    Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend

    And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing
    But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love
    And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug
    Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em
    But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em
    And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids
    But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did
    But I did it from the heart, not to get famous
    Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us
    And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show
    That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough

    This song was submitted on December 15th, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music.
    Written by Estil Hobbs, Anthony Sears, Wesley Weston.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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