Kind of Girl French Montana, Harry Fraud & Rick Ross

[Intro: Lou Courtney]
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy, thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot let you go 'cause I know
I want you for very long
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
So I say—

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Lou Courtney]
All my bitches ask me how many bitches I got (Got)
Can you count the raindrops as you look in the sky? (Sky)
Are you my main bitch or just a chick on the side? (Chick on the side)
Can I trust you with some chips or just keys to my ride? (Huh)
If you're not a soldier then you're just wastin' my time
I chase money, that tequila, I lace it with lime (Lace it with lime)
So infectious with this flow but this took me some time (Uh)
Sky miles up to ass but she's onе of a kind (You are—, woo)
You meet the quotas, then you gеt to serenade (Woo)
Croc' loafers, long sleeves, silks be tailor made (Boss)
Black chauffeurs who open to doin' anything (Yeah)
It's amazin' the jealousy all this cheddar bring (Cheddar bring)
I can see a million with a pair of dice (Woo, dice)
Ankle monitors loggin' me on the satellites (I see 'em)
It's Basquiat boss when it come to paint
And when I'm followin' my heart, don't tell me what I can't (What I can't)