Mmm, mmm-mm-mm, mm-mm Bitch, you better stop playin' with me Better, oh, mad at me, mad at me, yeah Mmm-mm-mm, mmm-mm Better stop playin' with me, mmm Better, yeah Mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't with you Mad at the fact that it's me But this shit bigger than me alone So why you puttin' on? What a straight Roman insta Bitch, they'll be lookin' for attention Trust me, you can get it Pull up whenever, whenever You know I'm with it, don't get it twisted Nothin' like none of these bitches But sometimes I get in my feelings Sometimes I know I be trippin' But why these hoes all in our business? How you don't care about his children? How you supposed to be there? You won't let him get up How you post it like that on a gram? Four thousand, I bet you can't post a picture Wonderin' if you even know this bitch for real London, did you screw this bitch for real? Baby, I done grew up, this shit for real And I know she thought she struck When she let a nigga fuck Man, that bitch was lookin' stuck And I bet you when you came That she thought she came up Now that bitch, I'm feelin' dumb She probably thought it came with a million She probably thought you changed how she livin' Probably thought I decayed with the fame and the riches Bitter Mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't with you Mad at the fact that it's me But this shit bigger Than me and you alone So why you puttin' up? For the shade room and Insta Bitch should be lookin' for attention Spit it, baby mama Always put the pain in the name If there is a problem Always put the blame on the niggas They tryna solve it Always wanna gossip Hearin' in front of me talkin' But whatever they be sayin' ain't bout shit Thinkin' niggas supposed to pay for they outfit Get their nails and feet done and then hit it Yeah You ain't shit, bitch Claim you independent, but you ain't this shit Livin' such a night, it still can't pay rent You ain't shit, bitch You ain't shit, but you ain't this shit Support what you think this is Yeah, but could you let him scratch? I don't mean he ever knew you Just cause y'all got a past That don't mean y'all got a future This my life No switchin' sides We ride or die And that's why I know you Bitter Mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't with you Mad at the fact that it's me But this shit bigger Than me and you alone So why you puttin' up? For the shade room and Insta Bitch, she'll be lookin' for attention Bitch, you better stop playin' Bitch, you better stop playin' Well, Summer Walker, you know, I've been seeing You know, all the bullshit that's been going on with you today And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business But if it is true Don't let bitches, like, make Don't let them feel like they have a one-up By destroying your moment By fucking telling your business to the world On some ha-ha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose I'ma do it spitefully Do it your own way and do it beautifully Do it special If you are pregnant and everything Say it in a beautiful way in your music Say it while you, you know, decided to Be with your nigga even though you have problems Put that drama in your music, yeah Cause if bitches wanna get clout off you You gonna get clout off them And you gonna put that shit in your music Say some shit like I got my own fucking money Make them bitches feel hurt Hit them bitches where it hurt And put that shit in your music And make money off it in your music Fuck these hoes