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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Vocals
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
Kenneth Crouch
Keyboards
Marlon Williams
Guitar
Wyann Vaughn
Additional Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Marlon Barrow
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrace Martin
Producer
Mustard
Co-Producer
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Momma said I ain't actin' like a son
'Cause I'm gettin' money, Mommy
You ain't givin' me none
You can't buy me them chains that come out tomorrow
So, get used to the things that I'm doin' for dollars
[Verse 2]
You said, boy, you better watch your back
Your pops in jail, remember that, Momma, it get like that
You said, don't call me for no bail money
Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me
[Verse 3]
You said, Keenon keep that bitch up out my house
I said, I'm eighteen, you said, this your place
No, this is Section 8
Smack me like bap, you little disrespectful ****
Like, ooh, Momma, you lucky, lucky I can't hit you
[Verse 4]
You gon' treat me like this and you know I have seizures
You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers
Damn, now I'm feelin' less than a man
'Cause you birthed me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand
Sorry, Momma
[Verse 5]
Momma
Let me take some weight off your shoulders, yeah
You singin' to Momma, oh, yeah
You ain't gotta worry, now them days is over
Oh, no, no, no
[Verse 6]
I'm sorry, Momma, I know I ain't shit
I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick
Your last dollars
Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse
Yeah, I know it hurts
[Verse 7]
I remember days we used to go to church
I used to fall asleep
That shit used to work your nerves
I remember when you had surgery
In the wheelchair hooked to IV's, that hurted me
[Verse 8]
You like superwoman in my eyes
You do a lot to be blind outta one eye
But you ain't let that hold you back
You went on your marathon and ran your laps
[Verse 9]
I broke in houses and sold stolen things to you
I know that ain't the type of thing your son should do
You gave birth to me, I love you, I thank you
Just know you well appreciated, yeah
[Verse 10]
I'm singin' to Momma
Let me take some weight off your shoulders, yeah
Was singin' to Momma, oh, yeah
You ain't gotta worry, now them days is over
Oh, no, no, no
[Verse 11]
I said, I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
[Verse 12]
I said, I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
[Verse 13]
I said, I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
[Verse 14]
I said, I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
I'm sorry, Momma
[Verse 15]
Singin' to Momma
Let me take some weight off your shoulders, yeah
Was singin' to Momma, oh, yeah
You ain't gotta worry, now them days is over
Oh, no, no, no
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Keenon Jackson, Terrace Martin, Tyrone Griffin