Mommy Lyrics

The song Mommy is performed by Missy Elliott in the album named The Cookbook [EXPLICIT LYRICS] in the year 2005 .



Please stand up
In 2005, the industry will be pus*y-whipped
It won't be easy

Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right

They like mommy with the cute face, can I get a date?
Mommy got a cool shake, mommy make 'em wait
Papi havin' trouble tryin' to keep up the pace
Mommy got the faith I let my pus*y be the bait

Mommy got that good shit, that really good shit
The type of chick you get with, that really good shit
Mommy got them niggaz goin' crazy for the a*s
Call me Flash, make a dash, get a nigga for his cash

Mommy nuck and buck with a quick uppercut
Mommy sport shell toes, I put my Nike's up
I used to dress D-boy, now I dress girly
Wake up real early with my braids lookin' curly

Mommy let 'em know who she is, what she 'bout
Yeah she 'bout money, mommy turnin' niggaz out
Mommy got bills, car sit on big wheels
In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill

Mommy cute like Fendi suits
Mommy fresh these my real bre*sts
Mommy s*x 'cause mommy groan
Mommy be that good shit at home

Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy
Damn mommy, roll like armies
Mommy a*s like a Cadillac
Mommy give 'em heart attacks

They call me lil' momma lookin' big in my Hummer
Momma on the corner, lil' momma be a stunner
Fly to the Hummer quick faster than a runner
Foot on the gas, vroom, engine gunner

Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right
Mommy stay hood, mommy be yo' type
Mommy get excited, mommy ask you to bite it
Mommy know you like it, tell papi don't fight it

Capital M O M M Y
Mommy got 'em pussed, take any chick guy
Mommy got a deal, mommy spit shit real
Mommy give 'em chills when she wear high heels

Mommy get the money, get the money, get the money
Mommy find a man who can go and get it for me
Mommy look fresh in Respect Me sweats
Stay best dressed, showin' off my bre*sts

Mommy cute like Fendi suits
Mommy fresh these my real bre*sts
Mommy s*x 'cause mommy groan
Mommy be that good shit at home

Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy
Damn mommy, roll like armies
Mommy a*s like a Cadillac
Mommy give 'em heart attacks

Mommy get the, get the money, money, get the money, get the money
Mommy get the, get the money, money, get the money, get the money
Mommy get the, get the money, get the money, money
Get the money, get the money, get the money, money, money

Yeah mommy get buck like whoa lil' momma
Back it up like whoa lil' momma
When she shake it like whoa lil' momma
She get naked like hold up momma

Mommy be a freak, mommy let the world know
Mommy want 'em lickin' from her head to her toe
If papi say no then lil' papi gotta go
If he broke no no mommy kick him out the do'

Mommy cute like Fendi suits
Mommy fresh these my real bre*sts
Mommy s*x 'cause mommy groan
Mommy be that good shit at home

Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy
Damn mommy, roll like armies
Mommy a*s like a Cadillac
Mommy give 'em heart attacks




Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [EXPLICIT LYRICS]

Jul 2005

  1. Joy (Featuring Mike Jones)
  2. Party Time
  3. Irresistable (Featuring Slick Rick)
  4. Lose Control (Featuring Ciara & Fat Man Scoop)
  5. My Struggles (Featuring Mary J. Blige & Grand Puba)
  6. Meltdown
  7. On & On
  8. We Run This
  9. Remember When
  10. 4 My Man (Featuring Fantasia)
  11. Can't Stop
  12. Teary Eyed
  13. Mommy
  14. Click Clack
  15. Time and Time Again
  16. Bad Man (Featuring Vybez Cartel & M.I.A.)


Mommy