My Mama Used to Tell Me

Ooooh-oooh-oooh Make yoooour cash My mama used to tell me... [Lil' Flip] Let me state my name, and show my skills I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal But I keep it real, with my peeps And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family And y'all think its a fantasy, to wanna drive a Benz But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad But trust me dog, I've been down the same road But what I learned, is that you can't let money control The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk) Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk) The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think) Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week [Chorus: Big Shasta] My mama used to tell me Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh My daddy used to tell me Make yooour cash My granny used to tell me Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh My grandpa used to tell me Make yooour cash [Lil' Flip] To whoever you are, and wherever you be Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's Just keep your head up, don't get fed up Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up And watch for your friends, who always wanna get you high Cause that might be the one, friend let you die Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry Because half of the people I loved, they already died Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did But I did it from the heart, not to get famous Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough [Chorus]