Lil' Flip - My Mama Used To Tell Me lyrics

(feat. Big Shasta)

Ooooh-oooh-oooh

Make yoooour cash

My mama used to tell me...

[Lil' Flip]

Let me state my name, and show my skills

I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal

But I keep it real, with my peeps

And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets

But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead

Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head

Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans

I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands

But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent

Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family

And y'all think its a fantasy, to wanna drive a Benz

But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends

And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house

But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out

Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad

Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad

But trust me dog, I've been down the same road

But what I learned, is that you can't let money control

The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk)

Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk)

The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think)

Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week

[Chorus: Big Shasta]

My mama used to tell me

Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh

My daddy used to tell me

Make yooour cash

My granny used to tell me

Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh

My grandpa used to tell me

Make yooour cash

[Lil' Flip]

To whoever you are, and wherever you be

Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's

Just keep your head up, don't get fed up

Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up

And watch for your friends, who always wanna get you high

Cause that might be the one, friend let you die

Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry

Because half of the people I loved, they already died

Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend

And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing

But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love

And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug

Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em

But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em

And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids

But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did

But I did it from the heart, not to get famous

Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us

And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show

That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough

[Chorus]