She's My Mama

Fat Joe

You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it) And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the bed Nigga Pop your collar to this It's grills mania, ya heard me Owww [Chorus:] She's my Mammy She's my baby I love you so much You driving me crazy Wanna be down Jump in the car Rollin wit me I'll make you a star [Verse 1:] Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that Give her some growth Waited till I touch the cat Told she going have to work if she going get ahead Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks I said Mami stop talking Just suck on this dick I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing Now watch me turn this nothing into something Get it Mami, Get in that kitchen This is free base Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths Take the trip cross town to see True Just get the money don't listen That Nigga think he cute See all this money we got we going shopping Louis Vitton & Pucci We get it poppin We hit the club on some clico shit See the respect that you get from just being my bitch Look see 'em they sick They wan be in your shoes That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused I'm just using her for paper She want a man I'm bout to see my other bitch but She understands [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] Ay Yo I met her at the Rucker Park Watchin' the stars play I knew she was a terror She was watchin' the squad play I knew she had her own She was pushin' the bubble X Type of eye candy that you see in the Double X Fat Ass, Long Hair Short like Nia Long I knew she was a victim from the start My G is strong And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers I'm lookin' at receipts She spent G's on the kid I'm pushin' her V Even got keys to the crib If I needed to bag up I bought G's to the crib I got knocked - What she did Put up the deed to the crib Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan Look my niggaz is wit Ma Let's make it happen So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four Told every nosey bitch Get the fuck on the floor Then she opened up the bag And started to fill 'em all Making sure that she left the marked money in the drawer Told security if you move This goin' be your last night I'm working with this Mack ten You workin' with a flash light I'm walking backwards Nobody moved word to mother Tryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her cover That's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at me I don't believe this bitch took all them risks for me That why [Chorus x2]

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