Hey, hey, yeah
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Yeah, I like a go-getter that's all about his business
Love it when he spend a bag on me
Every time he come around, he want me to put him down
Said: Baby, throw that ass on me
I don't speak broke nigga language
Need a fly nigga on the A-list
Dior denim, yeah, he rock the latest
He might own a couple acres
Jets to the island for vacation
Sipping Henny, we just getting faded, yeah
And don't nobody know we datin', yeah
And don't nobody know we fuckin', yeah
Fuck everybody, it's just me and you
And don't nobody know what we do
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Yeah, talk that fly shit, baby, I like it
Only real niggas put the money where they mouth is
Go flood me in designer, that Dolce & Gabana
When you eat this cake, that shit gon' give you the Itis
And don't nobody know we datin', yeah
And don't nobody know we fuckin', yeah
Fuck everybody, it's just me and you
And don't nobody know what we do
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
Me no want no fuckboy
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