Mama I'm sorry I ain't livin' like you want me to I swear you've got a probleeeeem I swear I ain't got nothing left to prove I don't got no time for you today I'm not in that kind of mood today Play your role proper Ain't like your bullshit gon' stop us Caramel in Bahamas I don't like that drama You be bringing out here Keep your Moncler, Issa cold winter Winner circle white, never been cleaner Seeing all the hate in the rear view mirror I ain't been to church in a while I'm a sinner I ain't a saint, no no no no Keep your complaints, oh no no no Yes I'm trouble in a gift box, oh I've got the keys in a tight spot, oh I'm believing in a night [?] I like to keep all the light box off Keep on stylin', keep on pilin' All that money you'll be thankful I think you greatful For all the shit I've pulled through All the shit I've been through Pull up in a [?] Pull up in a lambo Oh mama, I'm sorry I ain't livin' like you want me to And you've always got a fucking problem I swear I ain't got nothing left to prove And I don't got no time for you today keep that shit And I don't got no time for you today keep that shit on the low-low I don't want to hear it no more no Mama, ain't livin' like you want me to Mama