No Type( #TTLO Remix) lyrics

[Hook:]

She ain’t got no type
Rich n*ggas is the only kind she like
Money, cars and ice
Now you know what I mean When I say b*tches be like
She ain’t got no type (She ain't got no type, no type)
Call a babysitter cuz she bout to take a flight
She do it every night
Even though her momma tell
Her she ain’t livin’ right

[Verse 1:]
Said she only lives on Sundays
On the stage with Stevie J like it’s a runway
Takin’ selfies with her homegirl
Damn, baby, is you eva gon’ put down yo phone, girl?
Gone girl, how the f*ck I'm gon' judge?
(Turn the lights on)
b*tch, I’m in the club too
On champagne I spent a dub
I like groupie love too
Everyday I tell my son
I be like ‘daddy loves you’
You ain’t seen yo kids for weeks
b*tch that sh*t don’t bug you?