My Type Tay B

[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 bitch, my type, rich bitch, my type
I don't even wanna fuck your bitch, she ain't my type
Bad bitch, my type, two bitches, my night

[Verse 1]
How you rockin' Rick Owens and you out here owin'? (What the fuck?)
In the club, you orderin' ones, you don't even throw 'em (What the fuck?)
A lot of ice around my neck, it ain't even snowin'
Fuck you keep a pistol on you for? You ain't even blowin'
Bought my bitch a bag with ten in it, she ain't even know it
I laugh when niggas tryna gеt my bitch, she ain't even goin' (Niggas 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 fucked 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, nigga (That's crazy)
I got plenty money like I'm Plies, nigga (I got plenty money)
Headfirst in that water, take a dive, nigga (Take a swim, bitch)
I be YSL wearin', free the Slime, nigga (Free the Slime)
Streets ain't for everybody, get a job, nigga