TYPE SHIT

Lyrics

[Intro] (BX1) "You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money" (Viper) Type shit, type shit [Chorus] "You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money" Hmm, type shit, type shit You can keep that wack pussy, I just want them hundreds Huh, type shit, type shit Hundred thousand whips, doin' donuts up in public Huh, type shit, type shit A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbin' Huh, type shit, type shit [Verse 1] I can't fuck with a broke-ass bitch that's a dub I just want your money, I ain't tryna fall in love See me in the Bay before you see me in the club Fresh Awful Lot of Cough Syrup 'fit thanks to Dubb Chiefin' heavily while I'm thinkin' 'bout the lost trophies Losin' Drakeo in the city hit harder than Kobе You can't tell who the boss 'cause wе all got Rollies Don't hang with rats, just bosses and parollies Multi-colored froze diamonds look like bollies Used to see the money, I be spendin' when I'm in Dover Walk in the room, they break necks 'cause of my aura Huh, type shit, type shit We know that you a dog, but why you do it to your foreign? Huh, type shit, type shit Neiman Marcus, shoppin' out the clearance rack at Nordstrom Huh, type shit, type shit [Chorus] "You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money" Hmm, type shit, type shit You can keep that wack pussy, I just want them hundreds Huh, type shit, type shit Hundred thousand whips, doin' donuts up in public Huh, type shit, type shit A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbin' Huh, type shit, type shit [Verse 2] If you goin' crazy, I won't bool you when you suck it Huh, type shit, type shit It feel good to be a joint, bitch, I love it Huh, type shit, type shit Security in the club, don't look cool, I don't trust 'em That's okay, 'cause I brought my own musket On my grind since a kid like Chad Muska Givin' the blues over some music from a trumpet Make America great again, they done brought Trump back in Hmm, type shit, type shit We know you got the gas 'cause it smell like a skunk walked in Hmm, type shit, type shit [Chorus] "You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money" Hmm, type shit, type shit You can keep that wack pussy, I just want them hundreds Huh, type shit, type shit Hundred thousand whips, doin' donuts up in public Huh, type shit, type shit A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbin' Huh, type shit, type shit