Lyrics Justin Stone – Momma
Text:
Dropout on my chest, curved yesterday, homie, we okay
Inhale all my stress, exhale all my exes
Sass talk, no flex, from that broke board, up next
Gettin’ steak with my momma, bet your ass is gettin’ that check, yeah
Dreams from a small town showing y’all you can get it too
Fade away from that drama, gettin’ paid for my problems
Private Spotify pays me, it goes straight to bank with my dollars
This is what I wanted, momma
This is what I dreamed
This is what I told you, momma
Way back at seventeen
Momma, I came up
Skur, hah, yeah, yeah
Momma, I came up, yeah
I know, I know, mom, you hate my actions
Sorry, but these girls in my DM’s are just so darn attractive
I sat down for you, I been acting crazy
I know you don’t wanna see these girls, sell themselves at your baby
But that’s life, ’cause I don’t want no wifey now
Waiting for the girl, I gotta wife me down, yeah
Maybe take a girl home to you soon
If she ain’t flawless on the inside, I ain’t bringing it through
Momma, I came up
Skur, hah, yeah, yeah
Momma, I came up
Yo, yeah, yeah
Came up, came up, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Came up, came up
This is what I wanted, momma
This is what I dreamed
This is what I told you, momma
Way back at seventeen
Momma, I came up
Yeah, fixed that, hahah
