"Not My N*gga (Extended)" lyrics

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
Ooh
I froze my neck like winter
I'm rich like I'm a Jenner
And if you see us out
Shh
No, he is not my nigga

Staying with a bitch, say he do it for the 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 (Aye)
He a do it for the bros 'fore he do it for his bitch
Not my nigga

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 I'ma act up, ran that mo'fuckin' 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
Ooh, know it hurt his pride when I diss him
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

Staying with a bitch, say he do it for the 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 (Aye)
He a do it for the bros 'fore he do it for his bitch
Not my nigga

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 gon' 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'
Ooh, he keep asking what are we, we nothing
I don't wanna lil' boy, no Justin

Staying with a bitch, say he do it for the 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 (Aye)
He a do it for the bros 'fore he do it for his bitch
Not my nigga