Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come on back home baby, try my love one more time You say I've been spendin' my money on other women But you've been runnin' with somebody else Well your

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy" I'm goin' down Aww man you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin' I'm country rich, no budget Got to get paid Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin' Pick up, pick up, daddy's in

Lord lord mother, you're all losing love Lord listen lover, you're all missing mama Fingerprinted waiting for the train You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign

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?

You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk) She made me love her and I ain’t gonna leave her be Mama, mama please talk to your daughter ‘bout me I ain’t gonna stand no quitting and she won’t have me around If she got me a ride, she’d be six feet in the

Love makes me treat you the way that I do Gee baby, ain't I good to you Gee, baby, ain't I good to you There's nothing too good for a girl, so true Mama, ain't I good to you Yes, I bought you furs for Christmas And a diamond ring A big Cadillac car and

Mama love you Lil Wayne, Mama proud of you You done came so far, I can't wait for your album to come out A lot of people ask me when it's coming out They can't wait for your album to come out I'm just proud of you You's my rock You's always been my rock

Give it up baby, baby mama can't buy you love Before it's too late Mama don't want you, daddy don't want you Mama don't want you, daddy don't need you Baby, so they give you anything Darling, all the joy money can bring Baby, do they bring you happiness

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug