Not That Person
Girl
Girl
No, no, no
Ayy
She want Birkin, yeah
She want Gucci and Chanel
Expensive purses, yeah
Just want a nigga treat her well
I'm not that person, nah, nah
And I'm not that person, nah, nah
And she want Fendi
She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty
Small town girl who fell in love with the city
She fell in love with the city, yeah
She don't want no man
'Cause she want bands and I'll admit it
I was tryna blow a bag to fuck but I was trippin', aye
Caught inside a trans, I know my last girl in her feelings
She ain't want no love, she just want pearls and True Religion
I ain't tryna be no helping hand
'Cause we bump heads and now I get it
She don't fully understand me
And my lifestyle that I'm living
And my bank account a little bigger
Know her insides a little bitter
Ain't no replacing me, that's gon' be hard to do
'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah
She got rich dreams
I got what you need
But nine times out of ten
A nigga probably out your league
Don't know what that mean
Alexander McQueen
Flexing for the 'Gram
It's never what it really seem
She want Birkin, yeah
She want Gucci and Chanel
Expensive purses, yeah
Just want a nigga treat her well
I'm not that person, nah, nah
And I'm not that person, nah, nah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she want Fendi (Fendi)
She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty
Small town girl who fell in love with the city
She fell in love with the city, yeah
Gotta buy her Dolce & Gabbana
Just to put up with her drama
Just tryna fuck
I ain't tryna be the one to meet your momma
I spent 30 thousand up in New York City, now you wonder
Why she wanna let me do whatever I wanna, yeah
Went to the dealer cashed out
She missed out, she mad now
She was playing and I moved on
So I think that she sad now
And we don't beef with niggas no more
At this point we laugh now
I'm getting too much cash now
My new bitch is bad now, yeah
She got rich dreams
I got what you need
But nine times out of ten
A nigga probably out your league
Don't know what that mean
Alexander McQueen
Flexing for the 'Gram
It's never what it really seem
She want Birkin, yeah
She want Gucci and Chanel
Expensive purses, yeah
Just want a nigga treat her well
I'm not that person, nah, nah
And I'm not that person, nah, nah
And she want Fendi (Fendi)
She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty
Small town girl who fell in love with the city
She fell in love with the city, oh yeah (oh, no, no)
Girl
No, no, no
Ayy
She want Birkin, yeah
She want Gucci and Chanel
Expensive purses, yeah
Just want a nigga treat her well
I'm not that person, nah, nah
And I'm not that person, nah, nah
And she want Fendi
She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty
Small town girl who fell in love with the city
She fell in love with the city, yeah
She don't want no man
'Cause she want bands and I'll admit it
I was tryna blow a bag to fuck but I was trippin', aye
Caught inside a trans, I know my last girl in her feelings
She ain't want no love, she just want pearls and True Religion
I ain't tryna be no helping hand
'Cause we bump heads and now I get it
She don't fully understand me
And my lifestyle that I'm living
And my bank account a little bigger
Know her insides a little bitter
Ain't no replacing me, that's gon' be hard to do
'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah
She got rich dreams
I got what you need
But nine times out of ten
A nigga probably out your league
Don't know what that mean
Alexander McQueen
Flexing for the 'Gram
It's never what it really seem
She want Birkin, yeah
She want Gucci and Chanel
Expensive purses, yeah
Just want a nigga treat her well
I'm not that person, nah, nah
And I'm not that person, nah, nah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she want Fendi (Fendi)
She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty
Small town girl who fell in love with the city
She fell in love with the city, yeah
Gotta buy her Dolce & Gabbana
Just to put up with her drama
Just tryna fuck
I ain't tryna be the one to meet your momma
I spent 30 thousand up in New York City, now you wonder
Why she wanna let me do whatever I wanna, yeah
Went to the dealer cashed out
She missed out, she mad now
She was playing and I moved on
So I think that she sad now
And we don't beef with niggas no more
At this point we laugh now
I'm getting too much cash now
My new bitch is bad now, yeah
She got rich dreams
I got what you need
But nine times out of ten
A nigga probably out your league
Don't know what that mean
Alexander McQueen
Flexing for the 'Gram
It's never what it really seem
She want Birkin, yeah
She want Gucci and Chanel
Expensive purses, yeah
Just want a nigga treat her well
I'm not that person, nah, nah
And I'm not that person, nah, nah
And she want Fendi (Fendi)
She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty
Small town girl who fell in love with the city
She fell in love with the city, oh yeah (oh, no, no)
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Writer(s): Trey Davis, Aramis Gentry
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