My Type Lyrics
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
2 bitches, my night
How you rockin’ Rick Owens and you out here owin’? (what the fuck?)
In the club you order ones, you don’t even throw ‘em (what the fuck?)
A lotta 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 10 in it, she ain’t even know it
I laugh when n——s tryna get my bitch, she ain’t even going
I wake up to 20 thousand, still got boogers in my eyes
I put 30 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
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
You can tell this ain’t no CPL so don’t get outta line (n——)
I got plenty money like I’m Plies, n—— (I got plenty money)
Head first in that water, take a dive n—— (take a swim, bitch)
I be YSL wearin’, Free The Slime (free the slimes)
Streets ain’t for everybody, get a job n——
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
2 bitches, my night
Young turnt n——, I curve famous bitches (turnt)
Extra ass n——s be the lamest n——s (be the lamest n——s)
Real P, I’m the type nobody knew I came here with you (nah forreal)
One of none, shit, I’m really not the same as n——s (yea side)
N—— took a break from rapping, he should stop again
He just dropped a new album and it flopped again
We ain’t playing GTA when I say I popped his head
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
For the right amount, your main mans, he a give you up
Pussy good, came quick, like I’m in a rush
Big money, fine bitches, fast cars, my life
Hit hard with no light, shit, that’s my ice
She got Chanel bags up the ass, shit that’s my wife
Ain’t goin’ back and forth with n——s, my price is my price
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
2 bitches, my night