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She ain’t got no type Rich niggas is the only kind she like Money causing ice Now you know what I mean When I say bitches be like She ain’t got 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 Said she only lives on Sundays On the stage of Stevie J like it’s a runway Takin’ selfies with a homegirl Damn, baby, is you eva gon’ put down yo phone, girl? Gone, girl, how the fuck you gonna judge? Bitch, 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, bitch that shit don’t bug you? And you ain’t even out here gettin’ paper Man, this shit is crazy, all that bullshit is gon’ take you Takin’ nowhere fast, talkin’ 0 to 100, hoe All that runnin’, don’t even know what you runnin’ for? She said She ain’t got no type Rich niggas is the only kind she like Money causing ice Now you know what I mean When I say bitches be like She ain’t got 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 She ain’t KOD on a Monday With that dirty ass weave, girl, that shit must weigh a ton, bae High maintenance but you in a Hyundai Five girls, one room, when you bitches gon’ step up yo funds, bae? Rico, is you mad?’ Bitch, I might be But is you bitches gettin’ cash? Unlikely That means you’re unlike me That’s why you do not excite me And you ain’t even out here gettin’ paper Man, this shit is crazy, all that bullshit is gon’ take you Takin’ nowhere fast, talkin’ 0 to 100, hoe All that runnin’, don’t even know what you runnin’ fo’? She said She ain’t got no type Rich niggas is the only kind she like Money causing ice Now you know what I mean When I say bitches be like She ain’t got 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 She be geeked up, gee-geeked up (Rich niggas is the only kind she like) She be geeked up, gee-geeked up (With that dirty ass weave, girl, that shit must weigh a ton, bae) She be geeked up, gee-geeked up (Damn, baby, is you eva gon’ put down yo phone, girl?) She be geeked up, gee-geeked up (Five girls, one room, when you bitches gon’ step up yo funds, bae?) Before you get an attitude, I want you to ask yourself Which part of this song is a lie? Everything I’m saying is shit you see everyday I’m just the one ain’t afraid to talk about it May 19th, 2015, turn the lights, our album comin’ She ain’t got no type Rich niggas is the only kind she like Money causing ice Now you know what I mean When I say bitches be like She ain’t got 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
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