My Type (feat. Yung Mal)

(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