Baby Momma Blues

Bitch, bitch, you can't have none of me
 The same ungrateful ass bitch is what you're gonna be
 I really wish my daughter knew what was going on
 'Cause she don't want my company, she wants my cash
 And I know her mother is to blame
 Filling her head up with these fucking lies about me
 Probably got her thinking I want her to live a life without me
 And I hate you bitch
 And I hope whatever you ate today makes you sick
 Why you always gotta be hating on me?
 I'm good 'cause ain't nothing but blessings waiting on me
 Baby mama talking that shit
 Don't want me to see my kid
 I ain't giving you no more dick
 'Cause I don't love you
 Do you know who you fucking with?
 I ain't gon' ever love no bitch
 Rather wife the ice around my wrist
 Matter of fact fuck you
 Fuckin' with me, I know you thought you was gonna get rich
 And now you mad than a motherfucker 'cause you didn't get shit
 Your friends be like, "As long as he takes care of his kids
 Whatever he do with his money, bitch that ain't your business"
 Trying to turn my child against me 'cause I don't fuck with you
 Saying shit like he don't love us, nah just ain't no love for you
 Habitual thot is what is the problem here
 If you ain't gon' grow up then please get the fuck out of here
 I'm so tired of your pussy ass attitude
 I could capture the sun and then give it to the bitch
 But the bitch wouldn't show no gratitude
 Only time I hear from you is when something needs to be paid for
 That's why I never come around your way hoe
 Baby mama talking that shit
 Don't want me to see my kid
 I ain't giving you no more dick
 'Cause I don't love you
 Do you know who you fucking with?
 I ain't gon' ever love no bitch
 Rather wife the ice around my wrist
 Matter of fact, fuck you
 Just because I don't want to be at your house
 You got me all up in the court house
 Telling the judge my residence is just a hoe house
 And you don't want your child around me
 To see all these bad bitches go in and go out
 Hoping I miss a payment, you really want them hoes to jail me
 Just hate to see me happy, you want to see my new relationship fail me
 Programming hatred for daddy all in my child head
 'Cause I no longer want your ratchet ass in my bed
 I don't wanna die lonely
 But I promise I will before I end up with a phony
 You need to realize my child ain't a hustle
 That's the reason I live the good life but you still live in the struggle
 Young hoe
 Baby mama talking that shit
 Don't want me to see my kid
 I ain't giving you no more dick
 'Cause I don't love you
 Do you know who you fucking with?
 I ain't gon' ever love no bitch
 Rather wife the ice around my wrist
 Matter of fact, fuck you