My Type

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh (Okay, Jones) [Chorus] Gettin' money, my type, fast cars, my type Fly as hell, my type, designer drugs, my type Big kit, my type, lit wrist, my type Thick bitch, my type, rich bitch, my type I don't even wanna fuck your bitch, she ain't my type Bad bitch, my type, two bitches, my night [Verse 1] How you rockin' Rick Owens and you out here owin'? (What the fuck?) In the club, you orderin' ones, you don't even throw 'em (What the fuck?) A lot of ice around my neck, it ain't even snowin' Fuck you keep a pistol on you for? You ain't even blowin' Bought my bitch a bag with ten in it, she ain't even know it I laugh when niggas tryna gеt my bitch, she ain't even goin' (Niggas lamе) I wake up to twenty thousand, still got boogers in my eyes I put thirty pointers in the buffs, it's boogers in my eyes You can tell we can't be fucked with when you lookin' at the guys (Yeah) 12 flicked me, switch on me, so I took 'em for a ride I can tell that ain't no BBL by lookin' at your thighs (For real) You can tell this ain't no CPL, so don't get out of line, nigga (That's crazy) I got plenty money like I'm Plies, nigga (I got plenty money) Headfirst in that water, take a dive, nigga (Take a swim, bitch) I be YSL wearin', free the Slime, nigga (Free the Slime) Streets ain't for everybody, get a job, nigga [Chorus] Gettin' money, my type, fast cars, my type Fly as hell, my type, designer drugs, my type Big kit, my type, lit wrist, my type Thick bitch, my type, rich bitch, my type I don't even wanna fuck your bitch, she ain't my type Bad bitch, my type, two bitches, my night [Verse 2] Huh, young turnt nigga, I curve famous bitches (Turnt), huh Extra-ass niggas be the lamest niggas (Be the lamest niggas) Real P, I'm the type nobody know I came here with you (I'm for real) One of none, shit, I'm really not the same as niggas (Yeah side) Nigga took a break from rappin', he should stop again (Hmm) He done dropped a new album and it flopped again We ain't playin' GTA when I say I popped his head (Bah) To make a couple hundred thousand, that is not the plan I be paranoid in the whip, watch how you pullin' up I ain't Fresh X Reckless, boy, my blick ain't in the trunk (Yeah) For the right amount, your main mans, he'll give you up (Yeah) Pussy good, came quick like I'm in a rush Big money, fine bitches, fast cars my life (My life) Hit hard with no light, shit, that's my ice (That's my ice) She got Chanel bags up the ass, shit, that's my wife Ain't goin' back and forth with niggas, my price is my price (All facts) [Chorus] Gettin' money, my type, fast cars, my type Fly as hell, my type, designer drugs, my type Big kit, my type, lit wrist, my type Thick bitch, my type, rich bitch, my type I don't even wanna fuck your bitch, she ain't my type Bad bitch, my type, two bitches, my night [Outro] (Okay, Jones) All facts, lil' nigga, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah