I Don't Want a Girlfriend Dude ft. Cherdleys Lyrics

Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic

Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict

Smokin’ up a J man you know I ain’t pass it

Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing

All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking

Getting this money, you know the green stacking

Smokin’ up a J man you know I ain’t pass it

Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing

Know I can’t be driving high as fuck I ain’t lying

Got my bitch up in the whip you know she be riding

She only tryna fuck, wish I could say I was lying

Say I was lying, say I was

I don’t need a bitch who only tryna fuck

I need a girl to give out my love, but wait, then I remember that

I don’t want that, I do not want a girlfriend at all dude

No dude, no, dude seriously, honestly no dude

Like literally, no. Like metaphorically no I don’t want a girlfriend, dude

No, seriously. That sounds awful, no

Lemme bring it back to where this all began

Just a lil jit hanging with my friends

Then I spot this girl who looking bad as fuck

So I tell my boy walk up

That nigga walks up

Confident as fuck

Then he comes back, it’s no luck

So I walk up tell her, what's up

Then she like Oh shit, what

I’m like Yeah bitch, it’s The Main

Who’s The Main

I’m The Main

Don’t know me? that's inhumane

Boutta be bigger than Charlamagne

Girl why don’t you come with me

And we’ll go fuck with Mary Jane

Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic

Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict

Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it

Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing

All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking

Getting this money, you know the green stacking

Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it

Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing

Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic

Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict

Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it

Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing

All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking

Getting this money, you know the green stacking

Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it

Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing