Karaoké T-Shirt Migos

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five same color T-shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five same color T-shirt

Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage

Oh kemosabe chopper aimin' at your noggin

Had to cop the Audi then the top I had to chop it

Niggas pocket watchin' so I gotta keep the rocket

Neck water faucet mockingbirds mocking

Act pint stocking nats keep thotting

Wrist on hockey wrist on rocky

Lotta niggas copy name someone can stop me

Bitches call me papi 'sace that's my hobby

Scotty on the molly pocket rocket from O'Reilly

One off in the chamber ain't no need for me to cock it

Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin'

All I want is cottage roll a cigar full of broccoli

No check want all cash nigga

I don't do deposits

Bitches cross the border nigga bitches from the tropics

I'ma get that bag nigga ain't no doubt about it

I'ma feed my family nigga ain't no way around it

Ain't gon' never let up nigga

God said show my talent

Young nigga with the Anna walkin' with the hammer

Talkin' country grammar nigga straight out Nawf Atlanta

Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage

Oh kemosabe chopper aimin' at your noggin

Had to cop the Audi then the top I had to chop it

Niggas pocket watchin' so I gotta keep the rocket

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five same color T-shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five same color T-shirt

Mama told you mama told me not to sell

Mama told you seventeen five same color T-shirt

Nineteen ninety-five two thousand five

Seen it with my eyes dope still alive

Real mob ties real frog eyes

Real whole pies all-time high

Do it for the culture they gon' bite like vultures

Way back when

I was trappin' out Toyotas

I'ma hit the gas twelve can't pull me over

Space coupe Quavo Yoda pourin' drank in sodas

I get high on my own Sir heard you gon' clone Sir

Stop all that flexin' young nigga don't wanna go there

Never been a gopher but I always been a soldier

Young niggas in the cut posted like a vulture

Divin' off the stage in the crowd it's a mosh pit

Yeah shawty bad but she broke 'cos she don't own shit

Mama asked me son when the trappin' gon' quit?

I been ridin' 'round through the city in my new bitch

Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage

Oh kemosabe chopper aimin' at your noggin

Had to cop the Audi then the top I had to chop it

Niggas pocket watchin' so I gotta keep the rocket

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five same color T-shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five same color T-shirt

Mama told you mama told me

Not to sell

Mama told you