Say he like him a thick bitch
Like a bitch with her own shit
I ain't never been a broke bitch
I been having motion, five stars, we toastin'
I been on some 304 shit
And I like my head slow, sloppy, shaky, leaky
It's gettin' loud, gotta take it easy
Gushy, soaking, freaky-dicky
Got that, no call ID me
First, he sent a car to pick me up (then what?)
Girl, why that nigga flew me private? (Stop lyin')
Hopped off, then he took me shopping
Next thing you know, we was layin' on a island (ooh)
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
Stayin' with a bitch, say he do it for the kids
No, he is not my nigga
Posing 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 (ayy)
He'll do it for the bros 'fore he do it for his bitch (not, not my nigga)
Nigga, I don't wanna hear it, is you rich or not?
I never heard a rich nigga say, "That cost a lot"
Ayy bae, is you the runner, or you send 'em out?
Ayy, is you in the field or is you sittin' out?
Real freak, you could eat it through the Fenty
This some good-good, that Bobby, that Whitney
I don't do Miami 'less you do it like Diddy
I don't do dates that's inside of my city
And you knowin' I'ma act up, run that motherfuckin' sack up
Only thing I'm in is the Benz or the black truck
Saw his other bitches, it was really giving lacklust'
He miss me, girl, you really was the backup
Ooh, know it hurt his pride when I diss 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 rent due
And I like my head slow, sloppy, shaky, leaky
It's gettin' loud, gotta take it easy
Gushy, soaking, freaky-dicky
Got that, no call ID me
Stayin' with a bitch, say he do it for the kids
No, he is not my nigga
Posing 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 (ayy)
He'll do it for the bros 'fore he do it for his bitch (not, not my nigga)
I don't need nan 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 where to meet on a flight overseas
That'll get a nigga fucked to sleep
We ain't fucking no nigga staying with his baby mama
Only calling yo' phone when his family sleep
We ain't fucking no niggas that be talking like bitches when they mad
Them kind of niggas weird to me
I'm representing for the real bitches, we ain't doing no bill splitting
That shit for them weak bitches
I make music for the P bitches and the street bitches
Not the ones that be sneak-dissing
He is not one of mine
Don't ask me, these niggas too pussy happy
Stop sending me DMs back-to-back, baby, Cash App me
Might be my new dick daddy
And I like my head slow, sloppy, disgusting
Wet pussy in his face, no cuffin'
Ooh, he keep asking, "What are we?", "We nothing"
I don't want a lil' boy, no Justin
Staying with a bitch, say he do it for the kids
No, he is not my nigga
Posing on a car when he knowing it ain't his
No, he is not my nigga
When I'm riding that dick he saying that it's his
No, he is not my nigga (ayy)
He'll do it for the bros 'fore he do it for his bitch
Not-not my nigga
