Yung Princey - Not Your Girlfriend

(Oh shit)
N-Y-G

Is you twerkin' for the gram or you twerkin' for a bag
He ain't throw enough money, tell him, get me more cash
If you hit the split, then you gotta add the tax
Fuckin' up the whole count, baby girl, you so bad

No cap, where we at
Said it's fresh up out the mud, got it straight up out the dirt
She said she want Balenciagas and a Louie purse
I just wanna see what you could do first

Whistle while you work, put it on em, make it hurt
Where my city girls tryna make love in the club
With my independent women who just wanna fuck
If you got some ass in this bitch, act up

Hella classy, but you tryna get ratchеt
Throw it up, rock the boat, speed it up
Earthquake, let mе see ya booty shake
Let me see ya booty shake

I ain't tryna wait, light a candle, we can celebrate
It's your birthday, cake, cake, cake, don't hesitate
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back
Yeah, pretty girls have more fun
Throw, throw, throw some more ones
This my town, what you need

Baby, I can get it done, toot that ass up, dip it low
Gimme, gimme more, pick it, pick it up slow
I see you got that ass moving like a pro
Did you get it from your mama?

Or Did you get it from the stove
Move it faster, baby girl, yous a natural
Shake that ass for an asshole
Look back, do the math, add the tax

Make a nigga spend his cash on it
Make a nigga spend his cash on it
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back

Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back

I am not your girlfriend and I don't wanna be
I just came for a check and see you come for me
I don't do the iffy vibes, keep your company
These bitches high-powered on the net, but theyll run from me
I'm too much of a real bitch for this fake shit
My results go do the talk, I don't say shit
Still up on that old wave, giving bitches facelifts

And he see this pussy real pretty, wanna taste this
And I don't let these bitches hang cause they ain't clique
Police get behind us asking questions, we don't say shit
Every time I look inside your circle, I see fake shit

She be in your face, but talking down, that's a fake bitch
You can keep the love and all feelings, I ain't having it
If I see a bag on the road, bitch, I'm grabbing it
He gon pop a perc, and see the kitty and start stabbing it

Tell these bitches stop saying my name cause I ain't having it

Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back
Not your girlfriend, baby, throw that ass back