Yeah, ayy
Eat that case for dinner, mama raised a winner
Patience gettin' thinner, Gucci on Margiela
Mama raised a winner, mama raised a winner
Mama raised a winner, mama raised a winner (Yeah, ayy)
And I'm on my way, bitch
Jumpin' on the stages, young nigga
Had to bust up out them cages, young nigga
And I'm living fast and dangerous, yeah
They hate when you gettin' them racks
These niggas hate when you gettin' it
Bad bitch I'm bringin' her back, taking her home and I'm hittin' it
They hate when you get it like that
These niggas hate when you gettin' it
I love it, I'm gettin' it
Made me some racks and I'm spendin' it
Freestyle the raps, come home and count up the racks
(Racks, racks, racks, damn!)
Taking no naps, I put my hood on the map, yeah (Damn!)
On my life, on my mama
On my life, on my mama
On my life, on my mama
On my life— (Yeah, ayy)
Eat that case for dinner, mama raised a winner
Patience gettin' thinner, Gucci on Margiela
Mama raised a winner, mama raised a winner
Mama raised a winner, mama raised a winner (Yeah)
These niggas gon' switch sides, gon' ride dicks, they fuck niggas
But I be knowing what they don't know
I know I'm not to fuck with, nigga
I ain't taking no L's, I said farewell to that welfare
Heavy metal by the belt, yeah
But the hot flows could wield, yeah
Flow switch, I don't got no sympathy for my old bitch
I've inspired my enemies with my old shit
Your baby mama try and get with me (Woo, damn!)
She gon' suck the dick and gon' hit this weed
Big meals, big meals
Big meals, big meals
Big whips, big whips
Big meals, eatin' big meals
On my life, on my mama
On my life, on my daughter
On my life—
Big meals, big
Big meals