Momma's Crib - Camilo

Wealthy Season dawg you dunkno what it is

Yeah yeah, Milo Camilo

Blessing the Cloud, whoa

Taylor bout to fucking flex

Gotta move out my mommas

Crib

Cause shawty way too loud when taking

Dick

So momma I’ll be back when I am rich, when I’m filthy rich, wealthy wealthy

Season

We on our shit, I’ve been bumping too much yachty, Plus I’m drinking I’m so

happy

I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid

I still gotta pack up all of my shit

But fuck it I’m just tweaking to my shit, Drip drip drip, moving out its bout

be lit

Gotta stay focused can’t lose grip, Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist

Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks

Sip sip sip

Glo up, gotta glo up

No hold up

Called up, all the mandem

Like wassap

Wagwan, I’ve been caught up

But I’m good now

All in, bitch I’m all in

Bitch I’m balls deep

Move out, gotta move now

Ima big dog

Bark bark, gotta go hard

Like a tree log

I think Ima blow up

Everywhere dawg

Yeah everywhere everywhere

Back then, I would chill back

In the background

Way back, in the back back

Like and ad lib

Now days, I just snap

On every track, cause I can’t be average, fuck that

No way

Moved out, to the west side

Alberta, round here

Yeah they call this shit the flame

Spent two years tryna build my name

Just to move back, don’t regret a thang

Yeah milo way too hot hot hot

Have my dukes to thank for everything I got got got, yeah hey

I gotta get something on my own tho

But don’t you trip you know I’ll bring it home tho

Gotta move out my mommas

Crib

Cause shawty way too loud when taking

Dick

So momma I’ll be back when I am rich, when I’m filthy rich, wealthy wealthy

Season

We on our shit, I’ve been bumping too much yachty, Plus I’m drinking I’m so

happy

I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid

I still gotta pack up all of my shit

But fuck it I’m just tweaking to my shit, Drip drip drip, moving out its bout

be lit

Gotta stay focused can’t lose grip, Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist

Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks

Sip sip sip

Family first, my values

Promise when I land I’ll call you

Promise that when I’m gone and I’m on, I got you, you know I’m always have you

Momma I think Im a lot like you

You passionate, and you dream hard just like I do

If ever you need it, I’ll drop it I’ll stop it, I’m copping a ticket and flying

right to you

Poppa

Dad, I’ve never seen someone work harder than you do

As a handy man, you made hella bands and learned it all from watching YouTube

You learned it, you earned it

And you stuck around momma even when she had me real young and I was a burden

You a G, I hope to be just as golden

I give a fuck bout the clout

I’m just blessing the cloud

Don’t care bout no stripes, my parents they raised me right yeah

I am not violent

But don’t fuck with my fam or on God you are dying

And I know y’all had a different plan for me

But fuck all that, this who I’m meant to be

Gotta move out my mommas

Crib

Cause shawty way too loud when taking

Dick

So momma I’ll be back when I am rich, when I’m filthy rich, wealthy wealthy

Season

We on our shit, I’ve been bumping too much yachty, Plus I’m drinking I’m so

happy

I might die my hair red, nautica all on my body, I just kid

I still gotta pack up all of my shit

But fuck it I’m just tweaking to my shit, Drip drip drip, moving out its bout

be lit

Gotta stay focused can’t lose grip, Tryna put diamonds on my mommas fist

Gotta make sure that my poppa bliss, I want a Grammy to hold my drinks

Sip sip sip

Momma I’ll be back, when I’m filthy rich yeah yeah, whoa