[Intro - spoken, beat hits immediately] Girl, pass me that phone! Plenty of Fish? Bitch, this a whole circus! No refunds, no exchanges. Ha! [Hook - fast, catchy, female] Plenty of fish, plenty of foolery! Whole damn pond full of buffoonery! Swipe left, swipe right, what the hell is this? I came for a catch, got a clownfish! Red flags waving, red noses glowing, One more “hey beautiful,” I'm throwing this phone in the ocean! Plenty of fish, plenty of foolery! Ain't nobody making a fool out of me! [Verse 1 - rapid-fire Southern rap] Profile say “king,” but the crown from Party City, Bio say “stable,” whole situation looking iffy. Says he's six-three, now he's five-foot-something, Said he owned a yacht—boy, that's your cousin's pontoon, ain't it? Talking 'bout “I love you” before we even met, Already need a ride and a place to lay his head. Got a copy-paste paragraph for every woman in town, Send that “good morning, queen” to the whole damn county now. Ain't no prize in the pond, that's a clearance-rack deal, Marked down, no receipt, all lies, no appeal. Mucinex-toad-shaped ass, hopping in my DMs, Boy, take that circus act and go perform for your friends! [Hook] Plenty of fish, plenty of foolery! Whole damn pond full of buffoonery! Swipe left, swipe right, what the hell is this? I came for a catch, got a clownfish! Red flags waving, red noses glowing, One more “hey beautiful,” I'm throwing this phone in the ocean! [Verse 2 - faster, playful and cutting] Eighty dollars, no protection, parking lot proposition? Sir, you need a therapist, not a subscription! Talking 'bout your MyChart, but the screenshot looking fake, I need proof, not a PowerPoint you whipped up on your break. Upside-down pineapple—wait, what club is this? I clicked on “looking for love,” not a scavenger hunt for dick. He got twelve fish pictures, not one with a smile, And a “looking for something real” he copied from his last trial. You're not mysterious, sir, you're missing information, Whole profile needs a federal investigation. Got me laughing so hard, spilled my wine on the floor— Delete, block, next! Who let this clown through the door? [Final Hook - full energy] Plenty of fish, plenty of foolery! Whole damn pond full of buffoonery! Swipe left, swipe right, I'm done with this! I ain't kissing no clownfish! Heads up high and my standards higher, My coochie in my pocket, let the whole pond catch fire! [Outro - spoken over beat] Chillin' with my homegirls. Sip wine, talk shit, spill tea. And somebody come get these damn clowns!
