Stevie Fooley - MOMMAS VAN

When I get the keys I'll take you wherever
When I earn the means then we can have shopping sprees
For now
We look through the window
Ooh I Imagine that dress will fit you
Camping in parking lots talking with you
Humor me now I aint gotta say
I catch a high I aint gotta pay
I get the gas from my momma
I see you like niggas in foreigns
You took a trip out in Paris
I couldn't go there if I wanted to
And you never let that embarrass you
Told me money dont define your character
Know you a product of your area
So whatever you whip is your business
As long as your choices is endless

Do you want a ride in a Maybach
Or do you want to ride
In my mommas van baby
Do you want to roll in the ghost
Or can i chauffeur you
In my mommas van baby

Do you want a ride in a Maybach
Or do you want to ride
In my mommas van baby
Do you want to roll in the ghost
Or can i chauffeur you
In my mommas van baby

Picked you up in the subs
But you hood as fuck
Cut from a cloth
That aint good enough
Cleaning your money
Though dates and Im flattered
Scamming away cause you looking up
To bitches with morals thats way below average
Dont know why Im attracted to savage
You on the line extorted niggas
Aint it's not everyday that Im jealous
I know your not really my type
But you live a way that I like
That make me keep going all through the night
Doing what I think is right
Fleeing the scene cause I want to
Baby your opp is my own
Will I ever see you again
Only if we make it home
Yea yea

Do you want a ride in a Maybach
Or do you want to ride
In my mommas van baby
Do you want to roll in the ghost
Or can i chauffeur you
In my mommas van baby

Do you want a ride in a Maybach
Or do you want to ride
In my mommas van baby
Do you want to roll in the ghost
Or can i chauffeur you
In my mommas van baby

Maybachs we riding
Talking chauffeurs with no driving
We wake up to Gregory Isaac
Stack up my paper
Vacations in Islands
Ain't so surprising
whether we driving
This is some styling
Damn she look great
And she want to stay
I put 7 on 5 and we get away
If I got to write back
What Im gonna say
Know she want me right back
Since I got a away
On a job
Gotta feeling and Im feeling Fine
Want a twine on it fast
Stop me on a dime
Mommy have the white wagon
With a little crime
Memories that we make
It aint never gone

Do you want to take a ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me

Written by:
Stephen Parker

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