Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

Warned you about No doubt I'm the one your mama I'm known for taking ladies home And turning them out. Like kissing all the girlies and Making them cry. I'm a wise guy with wits The opposite of shy

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Mama they try and break me Mama they try Can't you hear your babies crying? Mama, they try and break me. The window burns to light the way back home A light that warms no matter where they've gone. They're off to find the hero of the day But what if they

I'm in love when we are smokin' that la-la-la-la-la Let me into your heart Do what you want I'm telling you Can't stand it, backhanded They wanna see us fallin' apart You know that I love you So let me into your heart Do you really love me?

So much love to give So much so much love So much love to share Pure blackness, oneness so rare Let them know they're missin' out Mama Africa Sweet blackness, oneness

Would you pray for me mama? Mother is it ok if I call you mama? My own walked away when I broke the law They come to put me down And standing on the bridge Feeling like falling Singing hallelujah When they put me down

They think I'm a magician (voilà, voilà) They think I know magic (voilà, voilà) They think I go abracadabra, leave and come back, 'cause I'm different (Oh mama, voilà, voilà) I might pull up in a Bentley (voilà, voilà) Pull up in them Benz's (voilà,

My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh Unless you is my mama, yeah When I'm fucking, call me Papa, yeah I'm high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah I never say, "I love you" to these women, no They saying I'm a problem yeah No Nelly, no Nelly, it's getting hot