Daddy's Little Girl - Molly Brazy

Daddy’s little girl all grown now

I’m on my own now, all that nice shit gone now

Still on my princess shit, princess cut like I’m Cinderella

Got my groove back like Stella, play me, you could never

I be with the wolves, lions, tigers and bears

See skeletons everywhere, you would probably be scared

I’m comfy, let’s get to this money, we on the clock

Playtime over, precision in every shot

Where I’m standin', I’ma need a parachute if I jump

Watch your feet, I can’t let these red bottoms get pumped

Phone ringin' off the hook, people askin' for favors

Now they mad, it’s bad enough I’m gettin' mugged by the neighbors

When I was down, who gave me a hand?

I ain’t see no hands

Fake bitches wanna be besties, I don’t need no friends

I’m good, save me the voice and the trouble

Money make me cum, that pussy moist when I hustle

Independent 'cause these niggas pay more rolls than a Zelle

Take it back, 'cause I know that ain’t your Rollie, Izelle

That’s Coney money, Izelle, I ain’t impressed, I’m disgusted

My time on a budget, I can’t spend that shit on dusties

Bum, hoes actin' like they know Kamaiyah

Fuck the threats, they gon' really have to show Kamaiyah

I ain’t never been the one goin' back and forth

I like war, kickin' doors, plus my temper too short

No remorse, that’s a side that you don’t wanna see

My bad side, that’s a place that you don’t wanna be

All they wanna do is tweet, they don’t never wanna meet

'Cause this Draco a buffet, all you can eat

Tattoos on my body represent the life that I live

Been crossed by many, but they gon' have to pay for what they did

I hate to see these kids runnin' 'round like they tough

When I knew they would’ve crumbled if they grew up in the Skudd

My life ain’t picture perfect, Rock sittin' in states

Fifteen minute calls, but it’s a smile on my face

Tears when they in, but I still keep my faith

Yeah, he striked out but look who stepped up to the plate

Dodgin' raindrops, switchin' lanes in that Trackhawk

Play with sticks?

Hell yeah, play with y’all?

Hell nah

Croc skin Birkin 'cause today I’m feelin' swampy

Tryna run these bills up and I ain’t talkin' Chauncey

Balenciaga Mondays, YSL Thursdays

Caked up, no birthday, pretty on my worst day

Ballin', no First Take, run through it the first take

Now they say I’m mad but I wasn’t playin' in the first place

Daddy’s little girl all grown now

I’m on my own now, they on my phone now

Askin' for this, beggin' for that

Tell 'em I ain’t got it, now they wanna get mad

But I’m so over it, swear I’m so over it

I’m so over it, swear I’m so over it, I’m so over it