Ungrateful - BbyMutha, Michael Da Vinci

Molly poppin', ghetto golden, rocking, rolling, black bitch

Call me what you want but baby don’t forget the «black bitch»

Pussy pink as fuck, he wanna nut, he want some mo' kids

He need a dumb bitch, he need to gone with all that dumb shit

Sorry I’m the center of your baby dad’s attention

Sorry I been bossing up on you and all your friends

You was busy stalking me and I was getting to a bag

I was busy doing me and they was getting hella mad

Robbing niggas, I ain’t playin', fair, my attitude expensive

I need quality extensions, tryna pay a few tuitions

Tryna start a fucking business

Get a job, step my pussy up

And I can’t let these niggas fuck on me cause they gon' fuck it up

Getting to the money, now I know these bitches sick of me, they tickle me

Sending all they friends to come and check on me

A check on me, a lot of stress on you, I’m in the major league

You local karaoke bitches ain’t my speed, grow the weed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got yo' nigga running dope and making plays for me

I got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me

They hate on me, ungrateful bitches keep my trigger finger itchin'

Dark skin nigga with a light so bright

Look like can kill a brother on site

House motherfucker put a bitch on ice

Tell your man to get a life, he been bitchin' all night

Fucking with them hoes got you piped

Make you wanna fuck, go home, throw a fight

Tell me how you feel, imma tell you how it is, fuck you think it really is?

I ain’t got time for the bullshit

Been working too long, got a couple shits

Smoking on whatever you can roll the shit

Can I get you back 5, bring me back to 10

Can I get you five hunnid, bring me back to 6

You a boss

Make a nigga say, uh no limit with this

My hater say I’ll punch your face and left

We been down for a while, now we up a lil' bit

First place to the ceiling, stay on the ground, not your fake bullshit

Dodge your lies nigga fuck clout

Imma run my mouth, talk shit till they kill me

Hill for a while, nigga can’t slow down

Them curves can’t kill me, no

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got yo' nigga running dope and making plays for me

I got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me

They hate on me, ungrateful bitches keep my trigger finger itchin'