Drumma Boy - Ain't My Girlfriend lyrics

[Intro: French Montana & Ty Dolla $ign] (Drumma Boy) Montana, $hort what's happenin'? Dolla $ign, woah, woah, oh yeah [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] That ain't my girlfriend, that's my old b**h And I can have her any time I want, she love this dick Oh n***a, you mad, yeah n***a, you pissed I know she's stayin' with you, but that's our b**h, woah n***a, that's my b**h, n***a, that's my b**h No matter how much you hate, she's still on my dick n***a, I can still hit if I call that b**h I know I got you mad as f**, but pimp, don't trip, that's still my b**h [Verse 1: Too $hort] I seen her only last night on some fly sh** Had the nerve to introduce me to my b**h His main b**h is my side b**h She stayed cool, actin' like the shy chick I played it cool too, you know I didn't say nothin' 'Cause not a lot of people know that me and her be f**in' She sent a text, talkin' 'bout, "I see you player" I see you too, hangin' out with a square But that's the type I like Spend the night but she's not my wife I f** her good but I'm not her man To tell the truth, I just hit it when I can [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] That ain't my girlfriend, that's my old b**h And I can have her any time I want, she love this dick Oh n***a, you mad, yeah n***a, you pissed I know she's stayin' with you, but that's our b**h, woah [Verse 2: French Montana] You's a lame and you know that, p**y throwback If I want it, she won't go back and you know that Thinkin' that you own that, picture that, Kodak You cuffin' that, low jack, we smokin' that, more yeah She want use the money you ain't talkin' 'bout none Show me your bad b**h, I'll show you n***a, tired of f**in' 300 the drop, 3 bottles Cîroc 3 models to pop, presidental, Barack Leanin' in the sport, pimpin' is a sport Pullin' up with $hort, you n***as money short Oh that's your hoe? n***a, that's my hoe too Heard she used to f** with Ty, yeah Jeremih too [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] n***a, that's my b**h, n***a, that's my b**h No matter how much you hate, she's still on my dick n***a, I can still hit if I call that b**h I know I got you mad as f**, but pimp, don't trip, that's still my b**h [Verse 3: Jeremih] See my b**hes is bad, so I know it's no problem Know when he ain't around, prolly when she gon' call me I know she come to play, she chase me state to state Swear these n***as be jealous, that's why females trade She hit me on the phone, say she be home alone Off Hennessy and Patron, tweetin' 'bout my cologne I be in New York, f**in' her to Too $hort Hit that p**y so good, said she need new pork Got me drillin' 'cause I'm diggin' on ya Right now I'm down to pop, gonna lay the pipin' down down All we do is f** and smoke and you down You know it ain't no discussion, that ain't my girlfriend [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] That ain't my girlfriend n***a, that's my b**h, n***a, that's my b**h No matter how much you hate, she's still on my dick n***a, I can still hit if I call that b**h I know I got you mad as f**, but pimp, don't trip, that's still my b**h