Hey, ain't nobody fuckin' with me, alright
Ain't nobody fuckin' with these, that's right
Bounce one, do it two times for the cheddar
Cause everybody fuckin' with cheese, alright
Ghetto fashion, how the chain so bright
Bougie little bitch, do a twirl for a like

I'm a young stunt nigga makin' dumb, dumb figures
Go figure, I could buy your whole life, alright
Uh-uh, don't you try I am not the type
What kind of fool do you take me for
One, two, three, four

Uh-uh, don't you try It's not worth the hype
Uh-uh, don't you try I am not the type
Color me impressed
I like the platinum colors hangin' from your neck

I like the way you pose your dialect
I guess that's why they label you as the best
Now come on now and show me you on the best
Yeah, we both cut from the same cloth
Just like Gucci, Bottega and Saint Laurent
All these wack niggas only turn your clit off
All these fake girls, steady makin' my dicks soft

Facts, you look at me, we both pissed off
Tell your boy you need a break and go piss off
While he away, we make our way to exit
Disappear into the night like we don't exist
By the way, I like your necklace Gemstone compliments, what's on my next list
Film a movie, let's pitch it to Netflix Oh, you a singer too? Let's make an exit

Speed up way in the distance Cameras flashin', lights blurt the vision
Said you, they feel this way in a minute Me too, I guess we is what's missin
Uh-uh, don't you try I am not the type
What kind of fool do you take me for

What kind of fool do you take me for
What kind of fool do you take me for