Lyrics Mama Bling - Abhi The Nomad

Mama Bling

Mm, another day, another Xanny sniffer
Make so many cameos on videos, lady panty kissing
Now they gettin' shady, got a new Bugatti
A Kawasaki and a brand new Mercedes
Tell me where’s the music we could feel to
Where’s the groove we could love, hate, cry and then relate to
Goddamn it, somebody give me those answers
'Till then I’ll be lapping round these rich boys and their mansions
Fuck it, man I’ll follow the throne
Sarah’s like «Why don’t you write and be like Polow da Don?
We could pile the money home
We could pilot a plane and fly with it back
Fix up every little problem, be gone»
Baby you antsy, maybe if my dad wasn’t motherfucking motivating,
maybe that’d be plan B
We could rent a five thousand dollar condo out in Malibu, we fancy
Bubblegum bitches with real candy
We don’t need diamond rings
Or fancy things
They don’t mean a thing
Got my momma on my line
That’s my bling
I’m her only king
One day I’ll wake up and I’ll be the chief
'Cause we’ve been up to something
And they ain’t been up to nothing
They don’t want no beef
What a sad reality that we have
Scrolling through my Twitter like what happened to rap
Sitting and wishing like Jack Johnson
Caution to blogs, flossing artists that’ll never make my battery last
That’s the last time I’ll sit through 'Ye bragging a fashion accessory
Or Lupe just smacking my scalp
I don’t get it like I asked 'em for Malk
It wasn’t some bars or details on their 5 billion balcony house
You caught a wave and you stole from it, now Cole run it
Chance Bennett been it since hey ma
An immaculate soul done it
I’m up next, and I’m fan-fucking-tastic
My fans love the accent and my family backed it
My pants tight, my hair did and I got my dance on
Pass me the funk I could rant on
Maybe give me that Les Paul decks on the road
Maybe the Rhodes, show the tour bus and map to show
See how it goes, bitch
We don’t need diamond rings
Or fancy things
They don’t mean a thing
Got my momma on my line
That’s my bling
I’m her only king
One day I’ll wake up and I’ll be the chief
'Cause we’ve been up to something
They ain’t been up to nothing
They don’t want no beef
'Cause I’ve been on fire
I’ve been on true
I’ve been on me
I meant to call you
I’ve been on 66 on Christmas wishlist
All I want is this babe, we such misfits
We’ve been on shrooms
We’ve been on weed
We done had sex in this city on E
They want us dismissed, they want us gone
But we gone be right here
We gone be right here, yeah