Got a fake, got a fake, got a fakeHe split up, but he fold me like a folder stillHe bought a breeze, but not colder than my shoulder isHe tellin' stories, but it's not bedtimeDodgin' all the haters like I got a bad eyeRare roses and rare wineHe like Instagram and gettin' highSee, my time here gon' take mineTake mine, take mine, take mine, take mineI got cake, he don't gotta bake mineLil' daddy gotta wait, it's gon' take timeSee, my pussy independent, so he gon' make timeNot my type, he get passed like it's the droolingHe my type, I'ma steal him just like the Snoop LeeTake a shot, I act a fool, why you mad at me?He goin' back and forth with himself like ringin' round the RosieCameras in the air, baby, let me strike a poseThis finna be the eighth round, he shootin' like KobeHigh as *, like I took a melatoninPulled off, stop askin' where I'm goin'Who the baddest? Better ask around, they knowin'Bad bitch, I got a squabble like a boy* around with broke niggas, I'd rather * my toyHe be puttin' a deep dish from IllinoisMe and Take One had a mistakeMe and Take Two, I ain't feel safeMe and Take Three, yeah, he did his thingMe and Take Four, Take Four, Take Four, Take FourMe and Take Four, bout to have fun with itAin't ain't no retake, cause I don't * with dumb niggasOne wish, feel me all in itFreak me, baby, tryna see if I can really feel itFreak me, baby, tryna see if I can really feel it