Nessly - Ungrateful lyrics
[Chorus] I don’t thank God enough, I’m so ungrateful That’s my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels That’s my fault, this life ain’t come with a manual The love of your life will k** you faster than cancer My scars, make me a star All my scars, make me a star Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Ayy mama I f**ed that check up Count a mil and tie my whole neck up, yeah Overconfident in my brand, confident when I spend Know I’ma see it again, this sh** ain’t new, CNN Ooh, Cipriani soon as I land Ooh, heard they might a**a**inate Trump I’m countin’ dead presidents, my b**h do runway and print Have s** with a model, just dropped her off on Broadway and Prince, yeah, ayy Trunk in the front, it’s an elephant, yeah, ayy Now she want cuff but I can’t commit, yeah, ayy Three sixty-five days, I made her three sixty-six They call me Nessly, you should know we gotta make this quick [Chorus] I don’t thank God enough, I’m so ungrateful That’s my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels That’s my fault, this life ain’t come with a manual The love of your life will k** you faster than cancer My scars, make me a star All my scars, make me a star Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] All of these b**hes they lookin’ at me like a meal ticket (hey) Fat as my pocket ’cause I keep some motherf**in’ bills in it I told her she can pull up to the crib to f** but she can’t chill in it Two hundred thousand on Instagram but her bank account look real different All you little a** b**hes wanna come out to my hideout Business closing at the top, that means I’m really tied up Put it on her face and it look sunny side up You ain’t gang just ’cause you spent your whole paycheck at barber I come with rules, terms, and conditions One thing, my heart only beat for them digits I stretch my legs in the Maybach, used to squeeze in the Civic Couldn’t be more specific Paid the meter but the police still left the Porsche a ticket [Chorus] I don’t thank God enough, I’m so ungrateful That’s my fault, for treating all these hoes like angels That’s my fault, this life ain’t come with a manual The love of your life will k** you faster than cancer My scars, make me a star All my scars, make me a star My scars, make me a star All my scars, make me a star