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 b*tch, my type, rich b*tch, my type
I don't even wanna f*ck your b*tch, she ain't my type
Bad b*tch, my type, two b*tches, my night

[Verse 1]
How you rockin' Rick Owens and you out here owin'? (What the f*ck?)
In the club, you orderin' ones, you don't even throw 'em (What the f*ck?)
A lot of ice around my neck, it ain't even snowin'
f*ck you keep a pistol on you for? You ain't even blowin'
Bought my b*tch a bag with ten in it, she ain't even know it
I laugh when n*ggas tryna gеt my b*tch, she ain't even goin' (n*ggas 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 f*cked 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, n*gga (That's crazy)
I got plenty money like I'm Plies, n*gga (I got plenty money)
Headfirst in that water, take a dive, n*gga (Take a swim, b*tch)
I be YSL wearin', free the Slime, n*gga (Free the Slime)
Streets ain't for everybody, get a job, n*gga
[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 b*tch, my type, rich b*tch, my type
I don't even wanna f*ck your b*tch, she ain't my type
Bad b*tch, my type, two b*tches, my night

[Verse 2]
Huh, young turnt n*gga, I curve famous b*tches (Turnt), huh
Extra-ass n*ggas be the lamest n*ggas (Be the lamest n*ggas)
Real P, I'm the type nobody know I came here with you (I'm for real)
One of none, sh*t, I'm really not the same as n*ggas (Yeah side)
n*gga 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)
pus*y good, came quick like I'm in a rush
Big money, fine b*tches, fast cars my life (My life)
Hit hard with no light, sh*t, that's my ice (That's my ice)
She got Chanel bags up the ass, sh*t, that's my wife
Ain't goin' back and forth with n*ggas, 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 b*tch, my type, rich b*tch, my type
I don't even wanna f*ck your b*tch, she ain't my type
Bad b*tch, my type, two b*tches, my night

[Outro]
(Okay, Jones)
All facts, lil' n*gga, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah