Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Momma's Crib, artist - Camilo
Date of issue: 10.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wealthy Season
Song language: English
Momma's Crib |
Wealthy Season dawg you dunkno what it is |
Yeah yeah, Milo Camilo |
Blessing the Cloud, whoa |
Taylor bout to fucking flex |
Gotta move out my mommas |
Crib |
Cause shawty way too loud when taking |
Dick |
So momma I’ll be back when I am rich, when I’m filthy rich, wealthy wealthy |
Season |
We on our shit, I’ve been bumping too much yachty, Plus I’m drinking I’m so |
happy |
I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid |
I still gotta pack up all of my shit |
But fuck it I’m just tweaking to my shit, Drip drip drip, moving out its bout |
be lit |
Gotta stay focused can’t lose grip, Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist |
Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks |
Sip sip sip |
Glo up, gotta glo up |
No hold up |
Called up, all the mandem |
Like wassap |
Wagwan, I’ve been caught up |
But I’m good now |
All in, bitch I’m all in |
Bitch I’m balls deep |
Move out, gotta move now |
Ima big dog |
Bark bark, gotta go hard |
Like a tree log |
I think Ima blow up |
Everywhere dawg |
Yeah everywhere everywhere |
Back then, I would chill back |
In the background |
Way back, in the back back |
Like and ad lib |
Now days, I just snap |
On every track, cause I can’t be average, fuck that |
No way |
Moved out, to the west side |
Alberta, round here |
Yeah they call this shit the flame |
Spent two years tryna build my name |
Just to move back, don’t regret a thang |
Yeah milo way too hot hot hot |
Have my dukes to thank for everything I got got got, yeah hey |
I gotta get something on my own tho |
But don’t you trip you know I’ll bring it home tho |
Gotta move out my mommas |
Crib |
Cause shawty way too loud when taking |
Dick |
So momma I’ll be back when I am rich, when I’m filthy rich, wealthy wealthy |
Season |
We on our shit, I’ve been bumping too much yachty, Plus I’m drinking I’m so |
happy |
I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid |
I still gotta pack up all of my shit |
But fuck it I’m just tweaking to my shit, Drip drip drip, moving out its bout |
be lit |
Gotta stay focused can’t lose grip, Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist |
Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks |
Sip sip sip |
Family first, my values |
Promise when I land I’ll call you |
Promise that when I’m gone and I’m on, I got you, you know I’m always have you |
Momma I think Im a lot like you |
You passionate, and you dream hard just like I do |
If ever you need it, I’ll drop it I’ll stop it, I’m copping a ticket and flying |
right to you |
Poppa |
Dad, I’ve never seen someone work harder than you do |
As a handy man, you made hella bands and learned it all from watching YouTube |
You learned it, you earned it |
And you stuck around momma even when she had me real young and I was a burden |
You a G, I hope to be just as golden |
I give a fuck bout the clout |
I’m just blessing the cloud |
Don’t care bout no stripes, my parents they raised me right yeah |
I am not violent |
But don’t fuck with my fam or on God you are dying |
And I know y’all had a different plan for me |
But fuck all that, this who I’m meant to be |
Gotta move out my mommas |
Crib |
Cause shawty way too loud when taking |
Dick |
So momma I’ll be back when I am rich, when I’m filthy rich, wealthy wealthy |
Season |
We on our shit, I’ve been bumping too much yachty, Plus I’m drinking I’m so |
happy |
I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid |
I still gotta pack up all of my shit |
But fuck it I’m just tweaking to my shit, Drip drip drip, moving out its bout |
be lit |
Gotta stay focused can’t lose grip, Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist |
Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks |
Sip sip sip |
Momma I’ll be back, when I’m filthy rich yeah yeah, whoa |