[Intro: Chris Gotti]
Uh, Willie Max, baby, Willie Max
Willie Max, baby, uh
I like the way you comb your hair
I like the stylish clothes you wear
It's just the little things you do
That make me wanna get with you
What, what, what, what
[Verse 1: Chris Gotti]
What's all this? Poppin' game at my miss
Braggin' 'bout your Cartier and your chips
Didn't know she had one on her wrist
And got a ranch house out in Los Angeles
You scandalous by the way you handle this
You plan to hit with cheap wine and candlesticks
Evangelist, so tonight, better repent
Unless your Mark VIII got bulletproof tint
[Verse 2: Ms. Smith]
I told you twice, but you still don't see
I've got someone, but you still want me, me
Why must you hate on someonе else?
'Cause еvery step, you play yourself
[Chorus: Willie Max | Ms. Smith]
No, I'm not your girlfriend (I'm not your girl)
You ain't my man (No)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Gonna want you back)
Don't put no claims on what you can't have
(Baby, don't, baby, don't, baby, don't)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
[Verse 2: Ms. Smith | Willie Max]
I tried to be sweet, but it's just too much
You can't get enough until it fill you up, up, up
When I'm at the club, you be at the club
When I'm on the phone, you be on the line
Can't chill at home 'cause you at the door
You never had a chance, you ain't the one
[Verse 3: Chris Gotti]
Now you know you sound silly, right?
My whole team on the road to get millys, right?
And you telling my girl that I ain't livin' right
Say I'm broke with a different girl every night, yeah right
Guess you walkin' for the exercise
Livin' with your mama just to eat her chicken thighs
Dress bummy as a part of your disguise
'Cause you feel the federalis are gettin' pies
Let me familiarize you with the game and how it go
My international m-uh-uh-motto
Get dough and everything'll fa-ollow
Even though life is hard to swallow
My ma-otto get me back where I'm supposed to be
God of this type industry
That's Gotti, so next time you see me in your world
Remember one thing, baby: she's not your
[Chorus: Willie Max | Ms. Smith]
I'm not your girlfriend (No)
You ain't my man (You ain't my man)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Gonna want you back)
Don't put no claims on what you can't have
(Can't have me, no, no no no no no)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(No, no, no, no, no)
I'm not your girlfriend (I'm not your girl)
You ain't my man (I'm not your girl)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(I'm not your girl, no)
Don't put no claims on what you can't have
(On what you can' thave, no, no, no, no, no)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(No, no, no, no, no)
[Bridge: Chris Gotti]
Yeah, no doubt
Uh, yeah, no doubt
What, uh, no doubt
Uh, uh
Who you know that get down like Willie Max?
Who you know that get down like Willie Max?
Who you know that get down like Willie Max?
We doin' laps around 48 tracks
[Chorus: Willie Max | Ms. Smith]
I'm not your girlfriend (I'm not your girl)
You ain't my man (I'm not your girl)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Gonna want you back)
Don't put no claims on what you can't have
(Don't put no claims on what you can't have)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Baby, no, baby, no)
I'm not your girlfriend (I'm)
You ain't my man (I'm not your girl)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Gonna want you back)
Don't put no claims on what you can't have
(No, no, no)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Gonna want you back)
[Outro: Willie Max]
I'm not your girlfriend, you ain't my man
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