I’m Not Your Girlfriend Willie Max (Ft. Chris Gotti)

[Intro: Chris Gotti]
Uh, Willie Max, baby, Willie Max
Willie Max, baby, uh
I like the way you comb your hair
I like the stylish clothes you wear
It's just the little things you do
That make me wanna get with you
What, what, what, what

[Verse 1: Chris Gotti]
What's all this? Poppin' game at my miss
Braggin' 'bout your Cartier and your chips
Didn't know she had one on her wrist
And got a ranch house out in Los Angeles
You scandalous by the way you handle this
You plan to hit with cheap wine and candlesticks
Evangelist, so tonight, better repent
Unless your Mark VIII got bulletproof tint

[Verse 2: Ms. Smith]
I told you twice, but you still don't see
I've got someone, but you still want me, me
Why must you hate on someonе else?
'Cause еvery step, you play yourself

[Chorus: Willie Max | Ms. Smith]
No, I'm not your girlfriend (I'm not your girl)
You ain't my man (No)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back
(Gonna want you back)
Don't put no claims on what you can't have
(Baby, don't, baby, don't, baby, don't)
You need to find someone that's gonna want you back