I told my momma that I always got a lot to give Said son go tell them that you always winning Go get the bag but your homies here Go and take us out the hood but you don't forget Cause you came from nothing, gotta make something Keep your brothers by your side just in case you a runner Say momma I got you, momma I got you Take another flight We gon' fly Out the window Rollin' out Flyin' out We gon' fly Out the window Rollin' out Flyin' out I wouldn't be where I am without momma Momma told me don't be hangin' around the bandos Take the bag and turn that dissin' into a limo Momma, momma We'll go from chicken to lobster Take you on trips to Bahamas And round the world if you wanted to Momma got you to the wheels for all of my sweat I ain't never stoppin' till the bill's on lock, I swear We gon' pull up every season I got you, we gon' take another flight We gon' fly Out the window Rollin' out Flyin' out We gon' fly Out the window Rollin' out Flyin' out I wouldn't be where I am without momma Dear momma, like a Machiavelli song And I know you got me with the right or wrong I seen your sunny days and shitty storms Now you deserve the world and everything more Now risotto's from the 50-24, that's just where I'm born Speak your words of life to me every time I call I know I *** up a lot, but better days are on I gotta get to the guap so that we all can ball See, son of a queen like son of a Dior Prayin' for my soul, you send me Ephesians Always keep me grounded, don't matter the season Told me keep on goin', you part of the reason Like, whoa, you represent an independent woman and I'm proud Ten toes down, wear my head up in the clouds Never too cool to say I love you, sing it loud I always got your back and I always fly Fly, out the window Rollin' up, flyin' high We gon' fly, out the window Rollin' up, flyin' high I told my momma that I always got a lot to give Said, son, go tell them that you always win Go get the bag, but your home is here Go and take us out the hood, but you don't forget Cause you came from nothin', gotta make somethin' Keep your brothers by your side just in case you a rumbin' You need a shooter to teach a shooter, my momma Steve Kerr Spit that COVID-19, nobody close to this verse Like, uh, uh, momma told me never woosah Never relax, go out and get some, yeah So I call Vino and I tell him that I need a ad-lib and a jetpack Ooh, take another flight, we gon' fly I wouldn't be where I am, yeah, without momma Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I wouldn't be where I am, yeah, without momma Yeah, momma told me not to be the roof stack, be the roof rack Ooh, yeah, you look like the perfect roof stack, be the roof rack