Lyrics

3 o'clock on the dot he pull up on my block We goin to the mall, I'm gettin Nike Shox No I'm not Baroque but he treats like he's Bach I take a lil off the top, he my dog Iggy Pop Shopping bag, it's Goyard You lookin mad, I go hard I'm on a yacht, no lifeguard You not my man, you a blowhard He givin me the keys to the brand new Benz We chillin waterfront but we're not holding hands Wishy washy Not my boyfriend but I let you take me shopping Buy me what I want I want it all Wishy washy I like the attention but don't get too comfy I got what I want I got it all I love when bitches got beef with me Little do they know I be starving I'm always down for a keke Pull up to the party in a Harley Broadcast that shit, iCarly My ice so blinding I'm sorry You're not my father, Maury Stacks so high like a safari These girlies want what we have so bad Cus their man don't buy their drip, so sad I'm runnin to the money while he's runnin me checks I stay actin funny but he's knows that I'm the best Wishy washy, wish wishy washy Wishy washy, wish wishy washy Wishy washy, wish wishy washy Wishy washy, wish wishy washy Wishy washy Not my boyfriend but I let you take me shopping Buy me what I want I want it all Wishy washy I like the attention but don't get too comfy I got what I want I got it all Wishy washy Not my boyfriend but I let you take me shopping Wishy washy, wish wishy washy Wishy washy I like the attention but don't get too comfy Wishy washy, wish wishy washy
Writer(s): Taylor Nave, Claire Toothill, Chayce Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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