Lil Mama (with Nasty C)

(Uh)
Lil Mama, Lil mama (Yeah)
I found a bad chick from the South (Uh)
Lil Mama, Lil mama (Yeah, yeah)

I found a bad chick from the South
She bad and she boujee, she get what she want
She just like her Mama, she don't like the drama
She chilling at home and she packing the lunch
I like her fashion and the way that she put it together, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
I like to spend all my time with her
'Cause she make me feel like a lucky king
I might just give her the wedding ring
When I feel sick, she my medicinе

Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth

Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much

Lil mama too bad
Pull up with 50s and 100 of racks
Shе stunt on these niggas, she tell 'em, "Relax
"Unless you gon' cop me that platinum Rolex"
I buy all the clothes and I buy all the bags
Even my mama saying, "Fifi, ngwano wa go tsentsa"
"She only love you 'cause you got a Phantom"
"You is a star and you live in a mansion" (Ayy)
Nobody else can relate
But I do not care, I do not give a damn
You can go spend all my racks, babe (Yeah)
You can go spend all my racks, babe
What's the point of this money if you ain't ballin' out?
Senya fela mei skaat and I'll sort it out
O ba qomele botlhe di tsala tsao
Nna motho waka ke chipi, ke what a wow

Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth
Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth

Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much

Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much

(Yeah)
My baby a rider (Yeah)
My baby a rider (Rider)
She know she my twinski (Twinski)
She know that I got her (Got her)
Pop my collar (Pop it)
I'm confident about her (Pop it)
And when this sh*t get sticky (Sticky)
I stick right here beside her (Fact)
She makes the weight on me feel lighter
'Cause I know I can confide in her (Hey, yeah)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Popping tags with my lil' bitty boo
We count cash just to get in the mood
She know I like women with somethin' to lose (That's right, what you got?)
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids (Racks)
She stays sweet like honey (Mwah)
I'm a vet I'm not no dummy (Uh uh)
Name it, I seen it, I done it (I done it)
I walk in the house, she grabbed my buddy, okay, okay, I love it
She wanna touch like, "Click clack, run it" (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth
Ooh, baby girl, baby girl
I wanna show you off to the world
I wanna buy you the finest things
I thank your mama just for your birth

Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much
Lil mama too swaggy, lil mama too much

Lil mama, lil mama
Lil mama, lil mama
Lil mama, lil mama
She bad
Lil mama, lil mama
Lil mama you bad
Boujee, bae