Ungrateful lyrics

[Intro]
I'm tryna hit you now, I might not give a f*ck later
I'm tryna hit you now, I might not give a f*ck later

[Chorus]
I'm tryna hit you now, I might not give a f*ck later (I might not give a f*ck)
She want me buy her a new Benz, it's time to upgrade her (I boss her up)
I gave it to another b*tch, that ho was ungrateful (On God)
Can't get it from her last n*gga, he was unable (That n*gga broke)
Buy her ass, buy her titties, that's how you build a b*tch (That's how you build her)
Couple n*ggas down the road'll get you filthy rich (That legal)
Pillow talkin' quickest way to get your b*tches hit (On God)
I just had to shoot my shot, no, I ain't missin' sh*t (No, I ain't missin')

[Verse 1]
Moncler for the summer, know we gettin' money (I'm fly as hell)
Green pints for a hundred, got my city pumpin' (On God)
n*ggas hate every day, they know I ain't stuntin' (I ain't stuntin')
And all I f*ck is bad b*tches, look like Lauren London (All my b*tches bad)
I put n*ggas on they feet, you know it ain't sh*t to front you (Yeah)
Keep on gettin' them b*tches gone, migo keep 'em comin' (Keep 'em comin')
I done jugged so many boxes, I'll make a hundred (Woo)
Seven boxes in a week, that n*gga up to somethin' (n*gga up to somethin')
What you know about them depths?
What you know about them red-eye flights? We puttin' them b*tches in the air
And move swift, 'cause n*ggas tell (n*ggas snitchin')
Keep your eyes open, it be the n*gga with you turn to 12 (On God)
[Chorus]
I'm tryna hit you now, I might not give a f*ck later (I might not give a f*ck)
She want me buy her a new Benz, it's time to upgrade her (She know what up)
I gave it to another b*tch, that ho was ungrateful (Yeah)
Can't get it from her last n*gga, he was unable (He broke as hell)
Buy her ass, buy her titties, that's how you build a b*tch (That's how you build her)
Couple n*ggas down the road'll get you filthy rich (That legal)
Pillow talkin' quickest way to get your b*tches hit (Way to get your b*tches hit)
I just had to shoot my shot, no, I ain't missin' sh*t (No, I ain't missin')

[Verse 2]
Big Blue, a deuce of Wock', I threw some Skittles in it (I'm high as f*ck)
Big doot, no waist, how I like all my women (On God)
You tryna make a half a ticket, then just pay attention (Yeah)
You tryna ride a Honda Civic or hop out a Bentley? (Yeah)
You can trick out with them b*tches when you really gettin' it (You really gettin' it)
I know you ain't buy 'em in it, what's the most you spendin'? (Yeah)
You can pull up, get them b*tches, I'ma drop the ticket (Drop the ticket)
Bring them b*tches to your door, an extra hundred-fifty (On God)

[Chorus]
I'm tryna hit you now, I might not give a f*ck later (I might not give a f*ck)
She want me buy her a new Benz, it's time to upgrade her (She want me boss her up)
I gave it to another b*tch, that ho was ungrateful (Yeah)
Can't get it from her last n*gga, he was unable (He broke as hell)
Buy her ass, buy her titties, that's how you build a b*tch (That's how you build her)
Couple n*ggas down the road'll get you filthy rich (That legal mail)
Pillow talkin' quickest way to get your b*tches hit (On God)
I just had to shoot my shot, no, I ain't missin' sh*t (No, I ain't missin')