Ungrateful lyrics

[Verse 1 - bbymutha]:
Molly poppin’, ghetto golden, rocking, rolling, black b*tch
Call me what you want but baby don’t forget the “black b*tch”
pus*y pink as f*ck, he wanna nut, he want some mo’ kids
He need a dumb b*tch, he need to gone with all that dumb sh*t
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 n*ggas, I ain’t playin’, fair, my attitude expensive
I need quality extensions, tryna pay a few tuitions
Tryna start a f*cking business
Get a job, step my pus*y up
And I can’t let these n*ggas f*ck on me cause they gon’ f*ck it up
Getting to the money, now I know these b*tches 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 b*tches ain’t my speed, grow the weed

[Chorus] (x2):
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got yo’ n*gga 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 b*tches keep my trigger finger itchin’

[Verse 2 - Michael Da Vinci]:
Dark skin n*gga with a light so bright
Look like can kill a brother on site
House motherf*cker put a b*tch on ice
Tell your man to get a life, he been b*tchin’ all night
f*cking with them hoes [?] got you piped
Make you wanna f*ck, go home, throw a fight
Tell me how you feel, imma tell you how it is, f*ck you think it really is?
I ain’t got time for the bullsh*t
Been working too long, got a couple sh*ts
Smoking on whatever you can roll the sh*t
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 n*gga 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 bullsh*t
Dodge your lies [?] n*gga f*ck clout
Imma run my mouth, talk sh*t till they kill me
Hill for a while, n*gga can’t slow down
Them curves can’t kill me, no
[Chorus] (x2):
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got yo’ n*gga 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 b*tches keep my trigger finger itchin’