No Es Tuyo

Look, to start if you want to claim to someone
Wasn't he your husband in the first place?
I spend what I ask for
Babe, I speak to you sincerely

That man is not yours
Ask him who gives him goosebumps
Who he spends the hundred dollar bills on
And you're still here, how foolish you look
Mama, how foolish you look

That man is not yours
Ask him who gives him goosebumps
Who he spends the hundred dollar bills on
And you're still here, how foolish you look
Mama, how foolish you look

He takes me on a trip to Aruba
He touches himself with my naked photos
We've done it in the
Same bed you sleep in
Everyone knows you're being cheated on
When he didn't answer you, he was with me
I make him come like you never could
The ticket explodes when we go to the mall
In my designer fine booty
Gucci, Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton
If you call him, he puts you on airplane mode
I only use guys like him
I get an apartment just to fuck in it
He told me you're boring in bed
That's why he sees me secretly
He doesn't love you, he loves having you for himself
You may be the one, but he prefers me on top of him

That man is not yours
Ask him who gives him goosebumps
Who he spends the hundred dollar bills on
And you're still here, how foolish you look
Mama, how foolish you look

That man is not yours
Ask him who gives him goosebumps
Who he spends the hundred dollar bills on
And you're still here, how foolish you look
Mama, how foolish you look

If he likes you so much, why is he still with me?
See my middle finger, next to it is a ring
With girls like you, all men play
You're like the seasons, transient
So little, you settle for a purse
Don't compare yourself to me
You're the doormat and I'm the whole house
You fuck whoever
No one would take you seriously even if you wanted
We're not the same breed
You for the pound, me for the house
Everyone has passed you around
Bitch, you miss the train
You think you're a threat

Check
The properties under my name
Bank accounts under my name
Tattooed on his chest is my name
You're nobody to my man
The little he's spent on you
That's a handout to me
If we meet again somewhere
I'll slap your face, I swear I won't miss

That man is not yours
Ask him who gives him goosebumps
Who he spends the hundred dollar bills on
And you're still here, how foolish you look
Mama, how foolish you look

That man is not yours
Ask him who gives him goosebumps
Who he spends the hundred dollar bills on
And you're still here, how foolish you look
Mama, how foolish you look