GF Lyrics

My girlfriend, my girlfriend

Called herself my girlfriend

What you feel like

Walking through the room is these real lights?

Tell me where I am is this real life

Got a shorty in the back and she still like

Can you take me shopping be fr like

Having meetings with the mafia my meals like

Dressed in all Brioni eating lobster ravioli

She keep sending messages talking like she know me

When the truth is we just met and I really want yo friend

She told me boy don't start and that's where our night begins

Riding through the city, how we end up in yo ends?

Attitude so bad but I swear she is a ten

So I try to overlook it cause it's harder when she thick

She say that she in love every time we get together

But how if he at home and you wit me in sunny weather

Said she don't know what to do, well I'll give you some suggestions

Leave that nigga where he stand and get wit me you could do better

Slide to yo condo on a special occasion

High in Chicago all these woods I been facing

Message in the bottle ion do too much drinking

When I am alone I have the realest conversations

She get in her zone liquor straight wit no chaser

Shot after shot like she tryna win a Naismith

The way she move her body got a nigga in amazement

Tell me what you want girl tonight I'm pastor Mason

My girlfriend, my girlfriend

Called herself my girlfriend

What you feel like

Walking through the room is these real lights

Tell me where I am is this real life?

Got a shorty in the bacc and she still like

Can you take me shopping? Be fr like