Fool Wit It

By Kid Red

Released on March 17, 2015

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[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kid Red]

Yeah, baby, I'm a fool with it

All this money, what you gon' do with it?

I got a lawyer for the case

Girl, just let me know if you with it

I don't really plan for tomorrow

I just do whatever I want

And damn right, I'ma act a fool with it (Act a fool, nigga)

Damn right, I'ma act a fool with it (Ha)


[Verse 1: Kid Red]

I'm 'bout to act a fool with all these bitches (Kid Red)

I'm rollin' Backwoods up, I swear it's my religion (Yeah)

And you can kick it, baby, under one condition

That you twerk it for a nigga like a video audition, ah (Ah)

I just wanna see you put it in reverse (In reverse)

Ba-Back it up and dump it in a pile like some dirt (Like some dirt)

Bi-Big booty, lil' booty, go to work (Go to work)

Bi-Big booty, lil' booty, go to work (Ha)

She just tryna pay her bills and get a purse (Yeah)

Waitin' on a check, said it's comin' on the first (Hey)

Nigga might help her, I'm a victim of the thirst (Hey)

Told Brown get a friend, after that, we disperse (Right now)

Le-Le-Let me get some toppy with the top off (Hey)

In that 'Rari, all red like hot sauce (Skrrt)

Stones ruby red, lookin' like grapefruit (Uh-huh)

Diamonds on me lookin' clearer than some Grey Goose (Kid Red)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kid Red]

Yeah, baby, I'm a fool with it (I'm a fool)

All this money, what you gon' do with it? (Gon' do)

I got a lawyer for the case (Let's go)

Girl, just let me know if you with it (Ha)

I don't really plan for tomorrow (Nah)

I just do whatever I want (Kid Red)

And damn right, I'ma act a fool with it

Damn right, I'ma act a fool with it (Look, okay)


[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

I'm 'bout to act a fool with all my niggas

I'm 'bout to make that pussy drunk, so bring the liquor

Pussy too cold, give a nigga shivers

Like a UPS package, know a nigga gon' deliver

All this liquor got me fuckin' up my liver

Give you dick, take it back, Indian giver

Fuck a camera, better get the big picture

If ya dead broke, bitch, I won't even deal with ya, ah

This the anthem for the whoadies and my niggas

Rappin', trap money, made a quarter off of chickens

Jive-ass turkeys won't make it to Thanksgivin'

Make a hunnid million, then I take that shit back to Virginia, ha

Monkey business, man, that shit just so bananas

Lamborghini white and black, call that shit a panda

Car game, excuse me, where my fuckin' manners?

My dick'll have her smilin' like a fuckin' jack-o-lantern

Bitches say they need that white girl or that Hannah Montana

I keep shittin' on these niggas like I poo-pooed in a Pamper, ha

Oh, shit, I'm dodgin' police and the cameras

Watch me Instagram that bitch, I bet that ho a dancer

Big booty with a super flat stomach

I tried to fuck that bitch, but she start askin' for the money

She said that she been fuckin' with me since I made "Run It!"

Who the hell you think I am, a motherfuckin' dummy?

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kid Red]

Yeah, baby, I'm a fool with it

All this money, what you gon' do with it?

I got a lawyer for the case

Girl, just let me know if you with it

I don't really plan for tomorrow

I just do whatever I want

And damn right, I'ma act a fool with it (Act a fool, nigga)

Damn right, I'ma act a fool with it


[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Okay, I'm the shit, nigga, fuck a nomination

Give yo' bitch the dick, I don't need no conversation

Watch me whip it, watch me whip it like a fuckin' dominatrix

Bet' not waste my time, ho, I'm all out of patience

I got money 'bout yay high, ballin' like I'm AI

Roll another Swisher, bitch, you know a nigga stay high

Eat that pussy up, beat it up, are you fuckin' kiddin'?

Put that dick up in your life, I'm fuckin' up your kidneys

I'm spendin' that paper, she gettin' the money, she ready to go

Fuckin' with all of them models, I'm poppin' the bottle, she swallow, I'm checkin' the throat

I want a freak, she went to me, stalkin' her Instagram, likin' her posts

She in the pink, I'm in the mink, I pull it out, watch her take off her clothes

I'm 'bout to make a song for all the strippers

Already bought artillery for all my niggas

And for you lyin' hoes, quit the Robin Givens

Call it murder when I tour, I make a motherfuckin' killin'


[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Yeah, baby, I'm a fool with it

All this money, what you gon' do with it?

I got a lawyer for the case

Girl, just let me know if you with it

I don't really plan for tomorrow

I just do whatever I want

And damn right, I'ma act a fool with it

Damn right, I'ma act a fool with it