Mama Should've Told Me - Just Brittany, Z RO

If mama would’ve told me there be hatin' ass niggas

That be caught up in they feelings

While they counting your figures

If mama would’ve told me there be plotting ass hoes

That be smiling up in yo face while they stealing your dough

If mama would’ve told me there be backstabbing friends

When you can’t do no more for em' and they gone with the wind

If mama would’ve told me

If mama would’ve told me

If mama would’ve told me not to trust these niggas

Then I wouldn’t’ve started wilding out and fucking with these bitches

I learned you can’t call a stripper your bestfriend

We was working in Platinum city

I was giving you my ends

Had to pay my mama rent

Had to take care of my shit

And I was getting used by these hoes and I ain’t realize it

First fell in love when I was only sixteen

But back then I didn’t know

Didn’t know what it mean

Then I fell in love with the money

I was all about my business

I was young and wanting attention

Mama said slow down I wouldn’t listen

One thing she said

«Don't open your legs to every guy you meet, respect is everything.»

But I learned the hard way

Even though mama warned me

Mistakes turned into lessons that I learned along the journey

And I’ve walked for some miles, but I hold my head proud

Because mama always told me to kill em' with a smile

If mama would’ve told me there be hatin' ass niggas

That be caught up in they feelings

While they counting your figures

(If mama would’ve told me)

If mama would’ve told me there be plotting ass hoes

(If mama would’ve told me)

That be smiling up in yo face while they stealing your dough

(If mama would’ve told me)

If mama would’ve told me there be backstabbing friends

When you can’t do no more for em' and they gone with the wind

If mama would’ve told me

(If mama would’ve told me)

If mama would’ve told me

(Told me)

No wonder why my attitude is fuck all y’all

And all of y’all can kiss my ass

And even though we related, do I trust y’all, nah

Y’all just here to try to get my cash

But I ain’t having none of that bullshit

Woman you better believe

Ain’t tryna hear nothing you tryna say

Yeah I think it’s better if you would just leave

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

Taking care all y’all

Roaching off me all month

When the first get here

Now where all y’all

If you think I don’t know what you told so and so about me

Man I’m so up it don’t even register when y’all be tryna doubt me

Finally I found me

I never was looking for you bitch

If I would’ve known back then

What I know right now

Would’ve had my own plane on pour right now

Would’ve helped myself instead helping others

I would’ve been in a better position

Thankful to be a millionaire

But I could’ve been a billionaire

Looking at my life just wishing

I would’ve did it different

But I’m not mad though

I got a bag hoe and it’s large

It don’t mean nothing

But it still feel good to see

All these vehicles in my garage

Kill these hoes

Mama said

To kill these hoes

(Ohh, ohh, oh)

If mama would’ve told me there be hatin' ass niggas

(Hatin' ass niggas)

That be caught up in they feelings

While they counting your figures

(Countin' ass bitches)

If mama would’ve told me there be plotting ass hoes

(Watchin' ass bitches)

That be smiling up in yo face while they stealing your dough

(Fake ass bitches)

If mama would’ve told me there be backstabbing friends

(I don’t fuck with y’all, I don’t fuck with y’all)

When you can’t do no more for em' and they gone with the wind

(I don’t fuck with y’all)

If mama would’ve told me (Mama would’ve told me)

If mama would’ve told me (Mama should’ve told me)

Kill these hoes

Mama said

To kill these hoes

(Ohh, ohh, oh)