[Intro: Pure Luxury]
Bro, these b*tches are annoying, bro
b*tches always asking questions, always in a n*gga's business
"Oh, who that? Oh, where you ’bout to go?"
"Oh, oh, y'all cute, oh, that's your lil’ girlfriend?"
Shut up, b*tch, get off my di*k, damn
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, I'm not your n*gga (Ooh)
b*tch, I'm not your n*gga (Ooh)
b*tch, I'm not, b*tch, I'm not
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
[Chorus: Pure Luxury]
b*tch, I'm not your n*gga (Ooh)
Hit your ass once, why you acting so bitter?
f*ck you and them kids, I am not a time spender
I know I ain't sh*t, so what's up with your sister?
I can get any b*tch that I want to
So why the f*ck would you think that I want you?
Beat the pus*y like a real n*gga supposed to
Getting brain at the crib like it’s homeschool
[Verse 1: Pure Luxury]
Alright, b*tch, I’m 'bout to break this sh*t down
Seen you post me on your ’Gram, you need to take that sh*t down
f*cking all my hoes up, you mad a n*gga chose up
The f*ck up out my crib, and don't forget to pick your clothes up
b*tch, I'm not your kids' f*cking daddy (Nope)
Them n*ggas at your house? Do not send me the addy
Your kids is bad, bad as f*ck, and you know that
So why the f*ck would I ever want to go back?
f*ck what? f*ck who? f*ck me? f*ck you
I want your mama, you can tell granny to come too
I need them commas, lil’ baby, it's time to thumb through
Let from your crib and I f*cked on your neighbor
If I give you di*k, best know that's a favor
How you broke when God gave you a throat? (Suck a di*k)
I can put you on Fig', b*tch, this not a joke
Yeah, can't afford it? b*tch, you best abort it (Woah)
Don't have no more kids when you know you can't afford it (Stupid b*tch)
[Chorus: Pure Luxury]
b*tch, I'm not your n*gga (Ooh)
Hit your ass once, why you acting so bitter?
f*ck you and them kids, I am not a time spender
I know I ain't sh*t, so what's up with your sister?
I can get any b*tch that I want to
So why the f*ck would you think that I want you?
Beat the pus*y like a real n*gga supposed to
Getting brain at the crib like it's homeschool
[Verse 2: Nasty Nas]
Beat that pus*y out the frame what I'm gon' do
Stop looking at me funny, I don't know you
If we ain't f*cking, what the f*ck is we gon' do?
When you pullin' up, you bringin' hoes for the bros too
Hit your main b*tch backstage
n*gga, I be pulling hoes like Backpage
n*ggas mad 'cause n*ggas 'bout to blow up
We steady countin' hundred, lil' n*gga, we can't slow up
(b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Look, I don't fall in love, that sh*t weak
Steady cappin' on Twitter, all you do is tweet
Hop out, come on, let's hit the backseat
Beat that pus*y up, now she sweating like an athlete
Spend the night, lil' b*tch, is you crazy?
You need to take your ass home and care to your baby
Pause, b*tch, your Uber outside
You better get your sh*t, 'cause on mama, that's your ride (Go)
[Outro: Pure Luxury]
b*tch, I'm not your n*gga (b*tch)
I'm a hot n*gga
b*tch, I'm not your n*gga (Ooh, b*tch)
I'm a hot n*gga
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch