Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 5 stars if we toasting I been on some 304 shit And I like my head Slow Sloppy Shaky Leaky It's Getting loud Gotta take it easy Gushy Soaking Freaky deaky 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 lying) Hopped off then he took me shopping Next thing you know we was laying on a island (Ooooo) I froze my neck like winter I'm rich like I'm a Jenner And if you see us out (shhhhh) [Chorus] No he is not my nigga St-Staying with a bitch say he do it for kids No he is not my nigga Posing on a car when hе knowing it ain't his No he is not my nigga When I'm riding that dick he bе saying that it's his No he is not my nigga (Ay) He a do it for the bros for he do it for his bitch (Not-not my nigga) [Verse 2] Nigga I don't wanna hear it is you rich or not Ain't never heard a rich nigga say that cost a lot (ay) Bae is you the runner or you send em out (Ay) Is you in the field or is you sitting out Real freak you can 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 less it's out of my city and you knowing ima act up ran that mother fucking sack up Only thing I'm in is the Benz or the black truck Saw his other bitches it was really giving lack lust he miss me girl you really was the back up (Oooo) Know it hurt his pride when diss em Make him drown in his tears need a tissue Magazine I'm a bad lil issue Only picking up on the first when the rent due And I like my head Slow Sloppy Shaky Leaky It's getting loud Gotta take it easy Gushy Soaking Freaky deaky Got that No call id me [Chorus] Staying with a bitch say he do it for 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 be saying that it's his No he is not my nigga (Ay) He a do it for the bros for he do it for his bitch (Not-not my nigga) [Verse 3] 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 gone 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 Ooo He keep asking what we are we nothing I don't wanna la boy no Justin [Chorus] Staying with a bitch say he do it for 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 be saying that it's his No he is not my nigga (Ay) He a do it for the bros for he do it for his bitch (Not not my nigga)