TYPE BEAT lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh
Okay, yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of b*tches mad
I know a lot of b*tches hatin', they ain't never seen no cash
I know they hate me 'cause I'm thorough
I put my foot on b*tches' necks, and I ain't let up
That n*gga do not eat it right, I told him get up
Like, n*gga, move around
I know you wish you had a b*tch like me
I know you wish you was a b*tch like me
I f*ck yo' n*gga to Detroit type beats
Yeah, huh

[Verse]
Candy paint the cat
It's a lion in his engine, this is not a Scat
I don't care about no mentions, tell me wherе you at
Tell me wherе you be
You a dime, but you ain't me
Turn it up a T, ain't no tit for tat
b*tch was gettin' on my nerve, I sent her Uber back
Pretty, ghetto, and petite, he know my coochie fat
They know I'm gettin' racks
Got b*tches twerkin' in the club like, "Run that Nene back"
Doley, never need a pack
If he say he had me, he a dummy, how you let me pass?
Finger f*ckin' money, you a bum, it ain't no fun in that
Nene number uno, and I guess that's why these b*tches sad
[Chorus]
I got a bunch of b*tches mad
I know a lot of b*tches hatin', they ain't never seen no cash
I know they hate me 'cause I'm thorough
I put my foot on b*tches' necks, and I ain't let up
That n*gga do not eat it right, I told him get up
Like, n*gga, move around
I know you wish you had a b*tch like me
I know you wish you was a b*tch like me
I f*ck yo' n*gga to Detroit type beats

[Outro]
Huh, Big Nene
Yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch