Testo My Type - Karlae feat. Young Stoner Life & Yung Mal
Testo della canzone My Type (Karlae feat. Young Stoner Life & Yung Mal), tratta dall'album ENTER
(Too Tall)
Nigga, I done flooded my wrist, got it dancin' in the rain and
My diamonds got moves like Jagger
Made the money flip like jump off the ladder
Real bitch, steppin', I don't do no chatter
Cloth is cut different, I walk with a knife
I can't fuck with brokies, I break out in hives (mm-hm)
Vision expensive, CCs on my eyes
I 'bout that money, n' yeah, that's my type, ay
Hey (that my type), yeah, know that my type, yeah (that my type, that my type)
Yeah, ay, know that my type, yeah (yeah, that my type)
Yeah, yeah, know that my type, yeah (that's my type)
Yeah, ay, know that that money my type
Know that that money, my type
Baguettes on my body, he say I'm a hottie
Hoodie lil' kitty, I do what he like
Like Kawasaki, I ride like a bike
Slide in that Lamb with that pipe
Don't do no playin' you try me, they sprayin'
Don't got no time to be wastin' on fights
Talk to me nice, I be claimin' your life
Like a thief in the night
I take anythin' but some dick
If he want time with me then he AP my wrist
I don't want no relations, get hit then I dip (ha)
The money just come to me
I keep it on me, that's just for the company
These niggas pussy, these bitches is wannabes
Pretty lil' bitch want it, nobody hungrier than me
Nigga, I done flooded my wrist, got it dancin' in the rain and
My diamonds got moves like Jagger
Made the money flip like jump off the ladder
Real bitch, steppin', I don't do no chatter
Cloth is cut different, I walk with a knife (yuh)
I can't fuck with brokies, I break out in hives
Vision expensive, CCs on my eyes
I'm 'bout that money, n' yeah, that's my type, ay
Hey, yeah, know that my type, yeah (okay, okay)
Yeah (yuh, yuh), ay (uh-huh), know that my type, yeah (my type)
Yeah, yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh), know that my type, yeah
Yeah, ay, know that that money my type (Iceberg)
You know that that money my type, my type
All these hunnids, I cash out on whatever I like
I came up from nothin', I'm livin' my life
I swear I stay high like I live in the sky
Drop a new tape then I'm raisin' my price
Thought I jumped out the freezer, I'm loaded with ice
I done went up like I climbed up a ladder
No, I'm not from Toronto, pull up in a Raptor
Play with this shit, put his face on a channel
That Lean I'm sippin', that dirty my Fanta
I done got rich so it don't even matter
Jump out with this stick, rockin' Dolce Cabana
Ran this shit up just to take care of my family
Mike Amiri with the racks stuffed in 'em
Couldn't catch him, caught his mans, gotta hit 'em
Choppa flip him like a damn train hit 'em
Nigga, I done flooded my wrist, got it dancin' in the rain and
My diamonds got moves like Jagger
Made the money flip, like, jump off the ladder
Real bitch, steppin', I don't do no chatter
Cloth is cut different, I walk with a knife
I can't fuck with brokies, I break out in hives
Vision expensive, CCs on my eyes
I'm 'bout that money, n' yeah, that's my type, ay
Hey, yeah, know that my type, yeah
Yeah, ay, know that my type, yeah
Yeah, yeah, know that my type, yeah
Yeah, ay, know that that money my type, yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Greene, Adam Whitley, Darrin Custis, Jerrika Hauser
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