Aitch - Boyfriend Lyrics

Yeah

Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (woo)
Pull up shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Skrrt)
The coats fur and the shirts two bags (brr)
Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (ah)
But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, baby (no way)
Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (no way)
You ain't ever had a boy this paid
If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way (yeah)

Masked up (shh), back in disguise
Hide your girlfriend, now tonight she's practically mine (ha)
True say, I'm strapped up like I'm packin' a nine (bah)
But she fucked the whole scene, we call her rapper's delight
I'm like, "Yes" (yes)
Twenty-three inch rims, that's how I flex (flex)
Only t-t-tings, that's how I sex (ah)
I don't need no bringin', I'm a vet (no)
Give her CC ring, she give me neck (whoa)
People 'low it with that Birkin shit
If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know what Birkin is
Shorty, drop that shape, that work, that shit
We can roll somethin' up and go burn that bitch

Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (ah-ha)
Pull up shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Woo)
The coats fur and the shirts two bags (yeah)
Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (skrrt, skrrt)
But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, baby (huh)
Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (huh)
You ain't ever had a boy this paid
If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way (yeah)

Need lovin', come chat to me
Wake up in the mornin', fuck you back to sleep, yeah
From the back, watch you grab the sheets
All that cake, I gotta have my piece, yeah
Your man wonder where his girlfriend is
On a yacht with a king, that's my girlfriend ship (yeah, yeah)
Swear, I love it how she twerk then dip
On God, you should see the way she work them hips (woo)
Tell her, "Face down, ass up, stick that out" (yeah)
"Shake that, work that, spin back 'round" (yeah)
"Take that, twerk that, bring that down"
Put my head between your pussy like it's my crown (mm-hmm)
I got love from the East, to the South, to the West
Know the Northside's boxed, say it loud with my chest
I just came off the stage, made a thousand a step
I got half of it saved, copped a house with the rest
But 'low it with the flexin' shit
Weren't for me, you wouldn't even know what flexin' is (no)
Half a milly this year what I spent on whips
I weren't even gonna mention it (skrrt)

Your mans tryna get his girlfriend back (baow, baow)
Pull up shorty, where your girlfriends at? (Ah)
The coats fur and the shirts two bags (yeah)
Chauffeur, I don't surf no cabs (woo)
But I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, baby (no way)
Fuck what your ex-boyfriend says (ah)
You ain't ever had a boy this paid
If they ask for the boss, baby, point this way