Not Your Girlfriend (Pt. 2) ft. Queen Foreigner & 9ina Lyrics

(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 Ratchet

Throw it up, rock the boat, speed It up

Earthquake, let me 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, Dont 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, you's 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 Dont 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 Grabbibg 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

Want me to throw that ass back, Nigga, throw some bread

Ain't gotta ask that, nigga, go Ahead

I'm not your girlfriend, ain't that What you said

Broke n***a's type, I laugh at, he Get left on read

Pretty girls have more fun, fuck With me, bitch

You gotta be slow or dumb

I'm with Greg, Franklin, Jefferson Foursome

You should know I don't fuck with Lame niggas or bums

Fuck you talkin?

I'ma keep on spinning him until He get exhausted

I'ma set the rules, give you a line, Just don't cross it

I don't go for shit, didn't they tell You I was toxic?

I'ma throw the ass back only if the Money talking

Not your girlfriend, I don't owe You shit

I like the street, nigga, that's gon' Blow the blick

You just a sweet n***a, that's gon' Throw me shit

Yeah, n***a, this is my game and I'm controlling 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