[Verse 1]

Twenty-nine, damn she fine, wine

Got the bong, eat the brie, press rewind, I'm right behind

Jameson, ginger ale, straight to the face, want a taste

All it take is a couple bands, I'm just sayin', hit the D

Ya, papa knows she the champ, heavyweight from the waist below

Stripper club, she the star of the fuckin' show

Watch her go, but don't you do nothin' but watch

'Cause she got

[Chorus]

Bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids

She got bad-ass kids, them some bad-ass kids

She got bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids (ay, ay, ay)

I know who your baby mama really is (yah)

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is

[Verse 2]

Anywhere you wanna go she done been before

Heavens doors, way below, down to the floor

Betsy Tubman put her on the bill

And I bet she kill, make the deal

She won't break her word, no, she never will

Anything for the dollar bill, for the dollar bill

Anything for the dollar bill, for the dollar bill

Gotta buy little Timmy J's, he made honor roll

So if you want, I know that lil mama will

Just to feed them

[Chorus]

Bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids

She got bad-ass kids, them some bad-ass kids

She got bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids (ay, ay, ay)

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is

I know who your baby mama really is