MFBM - Intellectual

[intro]

That my future baby mama (yea yea, yea yea yea)

See that my future baby mama‚ over there (yea yea‚ yea yea yea)

That my future baby mama‚ hey boo (yea yea, yea yea yea)

[verse 1]

I can tell you how it happen

Chasin' after genies

Feeling like Aladdin

Royal guard after me

I took a jewel (took a jewel)

That's ironic, same day I met a Jasmine (I met a Jasmine)

Shawty tell me that she reside inside palace (inside a palace)

Pops consulting but before then he was trappin' (he was trappin')

From the Agrabah streets same as me (uh huh)

She say daddy and we both turn around and she laughing (yea yea yea)

She love that I'm chasing dreams about this rapping (about this rapping)

Working all day‚ maybe sneak a nap in (sneak a nap in)

Hella sauce, not a VVS the flaws (uh huh)

Ugly nigga, personality be crackin' (yea yea)

Shawty tryin' to move away to be an actress (Be an actress)

She don't want to go to school‚ her mother spazzin' ( Hermother spazzin')

On the high she don't fuck with me for real (uh uh)

She know that we ain't getting pregnant but we practicing (yea yea uea)

[Chorus]

Shout out to my future baby mother (hey)

Shout out to my future baby mother (yea yea, yea yea, yea)

Shout out to my future baby mother (hey)

This goes out to you, you, you, you you

But my shawty mean as shit though

[verse 2]

She abstract, shawty got a vibe called yes

Niggas always on her line they from a tribe called pressed

5'7 keep some bourbon and a smile on deck

Watch your mouth or she end up who she wild on next

Mango salsa and lemon juice

Homey told me she been the truth

And she don't play that

Whatever she think she say that

Appreciate that

So many people push the fallacy

Rather hustle the lot than break even with reality

Not her

She don't need no alley-oop

She got her

The way she talk to me she been in love before but got hurt

Hates it when I call her ma'am

Big Rich Town her favorite jam

Works most of the day so she don't need no man

But she say she like the vibe

Every time we coincide

She might let me get inside

Then might let me go inside

So as I think about her with a grin

Mixing paper with the pen

Waiting for the day we meet again

My future baby mother

Yea I love ya

This for my future baby mother

Yea I love ya