Dummy

Calling me a dummy Calling me a dummy huh Now I got the money Wanna be my honey huh I ain't messing with you Cuz I know you ain't no fun Don't you call me by name Billie Jean is not my son Roll out Sixty five k yeah it's sold out Pull up to the party You don't dance unless you know how Woah now Ain't no showing up unless you show out Now you throw it back Don't you stop unless It's blown out Give it to me baby Give it to me baby what How you like me now Went from coupe to Bentley truck Wasn't you the one who Used to tell me that I suck Now I came to fame What you think it was luck Calling me a dummy Calling me a dummy huh Now I got the money Wanna be my honey huh I ain't messing with you Cuz I know it ain't no fun Don't you call me by name Billie Jean is not my son Who talk When it comes to tide I let the moon talk Call me Michael Jackson My girl bad she can moonwalk Space jam Got the monstars Let goons talk Toons squad Toons squad Toons squad Let it rock Imma imma Goofy goober I don't leave the house Unless I'm rolling with My shooters Day ones it's the same ones Ain't no hoopla If you ain't with me You against you a goomba Give it to me baby Give it to me baby what How you like me now Went from coupe to Bentley truck Wasn't you the one who Used to tell me that I suck Now I came to fame What you think it was luck Calling me a dummy Calling me a dummy huh Now I got the money Wanna be my honey huh I ain't messing with you Cuz I know you ain't no fun Don't you call me by name Billie Jean is not my son Blueface Hundred dollar bills You a two face You think we can work You ain't even worth my shoe lace I ain't black enough Girl you white Who is who's race When it's time to bolt Gotta go like I'm usain Give it to me baby Give it to me baby what How you like me now Went front coupe to Bentley truck Wasn't you the one who Used to tell me that I suck Now I came to fame What you think it was luck Calling me a dummy Calling me a dummy huh Now I got the money Wanna be my honey huh I ain't messing with you Cuz I know you ain't no fun Don't you call me by name Billie Jean is not my son Dropped out You ain't got no money You still pop out Pull up to the concert You ain't mine You the cops now Now you tatted up think you tuff Call em ops now I'm in my estate You still burning in the trap house Claim you in a gang In Wally World What a cap wow Crazy you a senior Eight semesters of your crap now Three strikes girl you swung and Missed who at the bat now Single all my life every Girl I know strike out Give it to me baby Give it to me baby what How you like me now Went front coop to Bentley truck Wasn't you the one Who used to tell me that I suck Now I came to fame What you think it was luck