On My Momma lyrics

[Hook]
I just took your b*tch, and I ain't have to do sh*t (That's on my Momma)
Why you mad at me? She all on my di*k
I rep Money Train. Money Train in the b*tch
Everyday on the grind, 'cause we tryin' to get rich

[Intro]
Money Train
This sh*t too easy, man

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
All I did was pull in my whip
Next thing you know, I was takin' your b*tch
Pull up out the lot, drop top on a b*tch
On everything, I got her on my di*k
I just took your b*tch, and I ain't have to do sh*t
Swangin' lane to lane in my brand new 6
All these hoes, they on my di*k
What you do, Mike Jones? Drop the top on that b*tch

[Hook]

I just took your b*tch, and I ain't have to do sh*t (That's on my Momma)
[Verse 2: ]
Don't be mad at me 'cause I took your b*tch
She was all aboard, and I ain't have to do sh*t
Money Train, we run this b*tch
We drop the top when we lane switch
I don't love these hoes, I don't trust these hoes
I'ma hit it again, and 86 these hoes
These hoes ain't loyal, your ass should've knew that
You caught up in your feelings 'cause my click ran through that
You gave her love, I just gave her di*k
That's why I took your b*tch, and I ain't have to do sh*t
She came with you, but she left with me
She want a pimp, and I'm the recipe
You lame n*ggas can't f*ck with me
That's why they follow my steps, tryin' to get like me
I'm a trendsetter, I set trends
Got her bent over, doin' back bends
We set it off, we ain't playin' games
And all my n*ggas 'bout the same thing
All aboard this money train
And your b*tch'll do it, for the Money Train
You was hatin' on me, but she boppin' on me
Better get your b*tch, and quit hatin', homie
Don't check me, n*gga, check your b*tch
'Cause I took your b*tch, and I ain't have to do sh*t