Im Not Your Bestie Not Your Sis Lyrics. Main song words are I’m not your bestie, not your sis (Eww) I’m not the one, I am that B^tch It’s slow for these hoes.
Im Not Your Bestie Not Your Sis Lyrics
Haha
Flo Milli sh^t
Make a thirsty n^gga wanna chase me (Ooh)
B^tch, I’m lit, I wonder can he face me (I’m lit)
Only laugh on the way to the bank, see (Hahaha)
I want money so f^ck you, pay me (B^tch)
Ball like a pro and girl, you just a scrimmage
Play with these bands, n^gga, your money timid (Haha)
I’m winnin’, on your man mind like a fitted (Yeah)
This p^ssy V.I.P. and he can’t get in it (Lil’ ho)
Coupe been like I’m rockin’ sh^t for take off (Ooh)
I put in work, I’m makin’ B^tches take a day off
Finesse and givin’ hoes a reason to hate for
My n^ggas clutch with the shot like a playoff
I’m not your bestie, not your sis (Eww)
I’m not the one, I am that B^tch
It’s slow for these hoes
I got ’em mad, they so dramatic
Want my spot but they can’t have it
This smoke for free though
May I kick a lil’ somethin’ for the G’s
And take your n^gga only for the weekend
Late night creepin’ ain’t no cuffin’
I’on keep ’em, send your n^gga back home
I said may I kick a lil’ somethin’ for the G’s
And wake up to the money while you sleepin’ (Yeah)
Flexin’ on a dummy ho
If it ain’t ’bout the money, I won’t pick up the phone (Bye)
Got these hoes on my case (What?)
Tell these hoes “Not today” (B^tch)
All this drip ain’t for free so you hoes gotta pay
Why your n^gga in my face? Play his ass like 2K
You know Flo got that flavor, your man wanna taste (Wanna taste)
Pay me ties when I step in the building
I need my bands from the floor to the ceiling
Commit to no n^gga, money too appealing (f^ck a n^gga)
What the f^ck I look like catchin’ feelings?
Yeah, they mad, I’m on top and I’m chilling
Got ’em look up to me like these hoes is my children (I just sh^t on ’em)
Fashion week, I made a killing
Numbers goin’ up, breakin’ the charts on a billion
If you ain’t lovin’, now you do times two
I’m wit’ your daddy gettin’ nasty like the 2 Live Crew
Word to Stevie, they can’t see me like Do I Do (See me)
And if you cross me, I won’t hesitate to sh^t on you, B^tch
May I kick a lil’ somethin’ for the G’s
And take your n^gga only for the weekend (Where he at?)
Late night creepin’ ain’t no cuffin’ (Ain’t no cuffin’)
I’on keep ’em, send your n^gga back home
I said may I kick a lil’ somethin’ for the G’s
And wake up to the money while you sleepin’
Flexin’ on a dummy ho
If it ain’t ’bout the money, I won’t pick up the phone
May I kick a lil’ somethin’ for the G’s
And take your n^gga only for the weekend
Late night creepin’ and I’m cuffin’
I’on keep ’em, send your n^gga back home
I said may I kick a lil’ somethin’ for the G’s
And wake up to the money while you sleepin’
Flexin’ on a dummy ho
If it ain’t ’bout the money, I won’t pick up the phone (Period) (Pick up the phone)
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