You’re My Type Kanye West

[Intro]
This one for my baller niggas (See, you're my type)
That hate when the weakest ho in the club try to approach him (That's what I like)
Some songs the ladies love me (See, you're my type)
The girls gon' hate me for this one (That's what I like)
But I got to do it, come on

[Chorus]
(See, you're my type)
Bitch, do I look like your type? (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
(That's what I like)
Don't get me wrong, you still gotta look cool to me (Light me up)
(See, you're my type)
Bitch, do I look like your type? (Common production)
(That's what I like)

[Verse 1]
She asked, "Is that pronounced N-Y-C?", no, that's a niche
Rock Clavin Klein so she can see K (Uh)
I'm still doing one-twenty on the freeway (Tell 'em)
She still got a prom picture in her key-chain (Okay)
I told her, "Look, this ain't high school no more" (Ha, uh-uh)
And I'm tryna fuck, we ain't cool no more (Nah)
Some niggas go bald just to perform (Uh)
Cause all these rats be talking up a storm (Jesus)
I know what they worn, I know what they be liking
If they hair short, said "They probably be dyking" (Haha)
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna look at my guys
I know a fat bitch gon' look at them fries
Tell me on the side like, "Can I supersize?"
Got my meat in the ride, go down while I drive
Some hoes ain't for show, you just keep 'em inside
Call 'em at 3AM and get deep up inside
Blow me and my homie, when you see me you don't know me
You heard? (Uh, uh)