Say like I'm a thick bitch
Like a bitch with her own *
I ain't never been a broke bitch
I've been having motion
Five stars with toasting
I've been on some three or four *
And I like my hair
Slow, sloppy, shaky, leaky
It's getting loud, gotta take it easy
Gushy, soaking, freaky, dinky
Got that no call, I D me
First he sent the call to pick me up
Girl, why the nigga fool me private?
Hopped off, then he took me shopping
Next thing you know, we was laying on an island
I froze my neck like winter
I'm rich like I'm a Jenner
And if you see us out
No, he is not my nigga
Stand with a bitch, say do it for the kids
No, he is not my nigga
Pose on the car when he knowin' it ain't his
No, he is not my nigga
When I'm rockin' that dick, he ain't sayin' that it's his
No, he is not my nigga
Yeah, do it for the bros, boy, do it for his bitch
Nigga, I don't wanna hear this, you rich or not
I never heard a rich nigga say that cost a lot
Ayy, bad as you the runner, you sent him out
Ayy, itchy in the feel as you sittin' out
Real freak, you can eat it through the fenty
That's some good, good, that Bobby, that Whitney
I don't do Miami, let you do it like Diddy
I don't do dates, that's inside of my city
And you knowin' I'm a act up
Rent that motherfuckin' sack up
Only thing I'm in is the Benz or the black truck
Stars or the bitches, it was Philly givin' lackluster
He miss me, girl, you really was a back up
Ooh, know it hurt his pride when I *** him
Make him drown in his tears, need a tissue
Magazine, I'm a bad lil' issue
Only pickin' up on the first when the window's slow
Sloppy, shaky, leaky
It's gettin' loud, gotta take it easy
Gushy, soakin', freaky, dicky
Got that, no call, I D-me
Stand with a bitch, say, do it for the kids
No, he is not my nigga
Posin' on the car when he knowin' it ain't his
No, he is not my nigga
When I'm ridin' that dick, he be sayin' that it's his
No, he is not my nigga
Yeah, do it for the bros, boy, do it for his bitch
No, I'm not my nigga
I don't need that nigga in my phone, that's cheap
I don't even like to talk for free
I like a nigga that's gon' tell me what I need
On a flight overseas, that'll get a nigga * to sleep
We ain't fuckin' no niggas standin' with his back
In my car, I don't even like to talk for free
I'm only callin' your phone when his family sleep
We ain't fuckin' no niggas that be talkin' like bitches
When they mad, them kinda niggas weird to me
I represent for the real bitches
We ain't doin' no bill splittin'
That * for them weak bitches
I make music for the P-bitches
And the street bitches
Not the ones that be sneak dissin'
He is not one of mine
Don't ask me
These niggas too pussy happy
Stop sendin' me DMs back to back
Baby, cash at me
Might be my new big daddy
And I like my head
Sloan's floppy, disgustin'
Wet pussy in his face, no cuffin'
Ooh, he keep askin' what a wee-wee, nothin'
I don't want no pussy, nothing
I don't want no lil' boy, no Justin
Stand with a bitch, say, do it for the kids
No, he is not my nigga
Posin' on the car when he knowin' it ain't his
No, he is not my nigga
When I'm ridin' that dick, he be sayin' that it's his
No, he is not my nigga
Yeah, do it for the bros, boy, do it for his bitch
Nah, I'm not my nigga
Will, what that is?
You gon' ask me, cut
Hey, bro
You gon' ask me, cut