Letra

Yeah Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (Woo) Pull up, shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Skrrt) The coat's fur and the shirt's two bags (Brr) Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (Ah) But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, babe (No way) Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (No way) You ain't ever had a boy this paid If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way (Yeah) Masked up (Shh), back in disguise Hide your girlfriend now, tonight, she's practically mine (Ha) True say, I'm strapped up like I'm packin' a nine (Bah) And she fucked the whole team, they call the rappers the liars I'm like, "Yes" (Yes) Twenty-three and dreams, that's how I flex (Flex) Only t-t-tings, that's how I sex (Ah) I don't need no bringin', I'm a vet (No) Give her CC ring, she give me neck (Woah) People 'lliow it with that Birkin shit If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know what Birkin is Shorty, drop that shape, that work, that shit We can roll somethin' up and go burn that bitch Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (Ah-ah) Pull up, shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Woo) The coat's fur and the shirt's two bags (Yeah) Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (Skrrt, skrrt) But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, babe (Huh?) Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (Huh?) You ain't ever had a boy this paid If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way Yeah, need loving, come chat to me Wake up in the morning, fuck you back to sleep, yeah From the back, watch you grab the sheets All that cake, I gotta have my piece Yeah, your man wonder where is girlfriend is On a yacht with a king, this my girlfriend ship (Yeah, yeah) Swear I love it how she twerk then dip On God, you should see the way she work them hips (Woo) Tell her, "Face down, ass up, stick that out" (Yeah) "Shake that, work that, spin back 'round" (Yeah) "Take that, twerk that, bring that down" And put my head between your pussy like, "Kiss my crown" (Mm-mm) I got love from the east to the south to the west Know the north side's boxed, say it loud with my chest I just came off the stage, made a thousand a step I got half of it saved, copped a house for the rest (Haha) But 'llow it with the flexin' shit Weren't for me, you wouldn't even know what flexin' is (No) Half a milli' this year what I spent on whips I weren't even gonna mention it (Skrrt) Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back Pull up, shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Ah) The coat's fur and the shirt's two bags (Yeah) Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (Woo) But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, babe (No way) Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (Ah-ah) You ain't ever had a boy this paid If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Taras Slusarenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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