[Intro: Lost Girl]
Don't play me
Go crazy
Don't play me
You're not on my mind
Guess you're not my type
(Hello)

[Verse 1: Hardy Caprio]
Henny sipper
Let it simmer
Monica won't come my yard
But she's on my line like, "Take me dinner"
I know yutes that are way too inner
Dropped out girls that are way too Twitter
Voice notes to the mandem
Bitchin' 'bout me, some man are way too bitter
Chase liquor
Fake filler
MJ, Thriller
She wanna fuck with a ceilin' mirror
The late nights made me iller
And the pain just made me realer
She loves when I turn them lights off
Watch all the ice on my chain just flicker
[Pre-Chorus: Hardy Caprio]
I used to move silly with things
But God forbid I move silly with tings
Took like a million Ls
I pray to God I get a million wins
We ran through a million jobs
I swear I ran through a million SIMs (Brrrr)
A million wrongs, a million sins
All for a million rings

[Chorus: Lost Girl]
Don't play me, you do what you like
Go crazy, 'cause I don't feel your vibe
Don't blame me, you're not on my mind
I guess you're not my type
(I guess you're not my type)

[Verse 2: Hardy Caprio]
Whip turbo
G Herbo (Gang)
Skid them Mercs like Peugeots (Skrrt)
None of my guys on furlough (None)
I couldn't fly out my brownin
So I'm gonna fly out my Virgo
Baller, Sergio
Overseas on "do not disturbo"
Darg, you won't see me stressin'
Armani does weekly check-ins
I'm wearin' a hundred racks
They know when I'm really steppin' (Gang)
Babe, you know our thing's separate
Don't fuck with you neeky bredrins
My gangsta girl keeps me guessin'
Benihana, she seen these cheffings
[Pre-Chorus: Hardy Caprio]
I used to move silly with things
But God forbid I move silly with tings (Yeah)
Took like a million Ls
I pray to God I get a million wins (Amen)
We ran through a million jobs
I swear I ran through a million SIMs (Brrr)
A million wrongs, a million sins
All for a million rings

[Chorus: Lost Girl]
Don't play me, you do what you like
Go crazy, 'cause I don't feel your vibe
Don't blame me, you're not on my mind
I guess you're not my type

[Outro: Hardy Caprio & Lost Girl]
DJ, drop that, drop that
Drop that, drop that
DJ, drop that, drop that, yeah
Guess you're not my type
Guess you're not my type