Testo Rich Baby Mama - Gloss Up
Testo della canzone Rich Baby Mama (Gloss Up), tratta dall'album Shades of Gloss
(B-A-B-Y) my name is Gloss Up
(M-A-M-A) and I'm a baby mama
(This goes out to all the baby mamas)
(Everybody know Stroud)
My son sittin' right here in my lap while I'm recordin' this
'Member times at night I was ready to call it quits (remember)
Now I'm writin' all the hits, my babies are part of it (a part of it)
I'ma give 'em everything 'cause they the ones I started with (love them)
Child support ain't shit, my kids ain't goin' out bad
They mama and they daddy, man, them all they ever had (all I got)
No excuses either, baby, I just hopped up in my bag (I just hopped up in my bag)
'Cause my kids come first, I'ma give them my last
Baby mamas out here hustlin' like Meech, it hit different (hit different)
Do anything for our children, love 'em and help 'em listen (on God)
Hug 'em and give 'em kisses 'cause the streets out here is crazy
Give 'em all the things that the world ain't never gave me (ever)
Could never let anybody talk down and try to play me (never)
Got a deal after drama, now I'm gettin' to the commas (commas)
When you call me "Baby mama," please say "rich" before the "baby" (please)
Yeah, please put "rich" before the "baby" (got to)
Rich baby mama, the rich baby mama (B-A-B-Y)
Yeah, it's the rich baby mama (M-A-M-A)
Ms. Get Shit Done
Shout out to my motherfuckin' mothers (this goes out to all my baby mamas)
(This goes out to-) makin' shit happen for they kid
This one for the ones workin' two jobs, grindin' on they own (own)
Poppin' shit in the streets, still takin' care of home
The ones doin' football, cheerin' at the games (cheerin')
In school, makin' dinner, doin' every diaper change (everything)
Know some had it rough, makin' sure it ain't the same for they kids
Them bosses that be gettin' it how they live
My friend had an abortion, I know it was hard
One day, I hope she feel the same love in her heart
What I do for my kids, it's worth it, man, I promise
Don't listen to the haters, don't worry 'bout the comments (fuck 'em)
Yeah, I make mistakes, but I never let it faze me (never)
And when you say "Baby mama," put "rich" before the "baby" (please)
P.S., put rich before the baby (B-A-B-Y, M-A-M-A)
The rich baby mama (this goes out to all my baby mamas)
This for my baby mamas (this goes out to all my baby mamas)
Don't need a nigga for shit
My baby mamas, yeah
My baby mamas, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Record, Barbara Acklin, Vito A. Colapietro, Elliott Stroud, Jason Harris, Neely Jr. Dinkins, Harold Lilly Jr., Jerrica Russell, Justin Stallworth
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