Lyrics Typaway - Aizen , Shmoked Out

Girl I know you feel some typaway
I know you feel some typaway
Girl I know you feel some typaway
You see all these bitches in my face
Girl I know you feel some typaway
But I gotta go get the cake
Girl I know you feel some typaway
I know you feel some typaway

Smoking a blunt to the face
We looking for better days
Can't play the games you play
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
I'm on a wave
I'm on a wave
You on my wave
Nigga you lame
Nigga you changed
You want the fame
I want the money
I want it all
I wanna ball with all of my dogs
Bitch I been stressing I don't wanna talk
Only pick up when the money call
Little mama trippin
Bitch I been getting it
Chasing this money
Don't want these bitches
I'm in the trap got these packs flipping
Why are you blowing up my phone bitching
I'm on a mission
I put in work
These hoes last
My money third
My daughter second
God first nigga I don't even go to church
Nigga this gas weed this purp
Muddy drank this dirt
She seen the drip tried to flirt
My bitch badder than her
Girl you can do what you wanna do
Counting on me and I'm counting on you
Girl I swear I just want the loot
You know when I get it I'm sharing with you

Girl I know you feel some typaway
I know you feel some typaway
Girl I know you feel some typaway
You see all these bitches in my face
Girl I know you feel some typaway
But I gotta go get the cake
Girl I know you feel some typaway
I know you feel some typaway

Smoking a blunt to the face
We looking for better days
Can't play the games you play
Cause I'm tryna get paid
I get paid with the pen
You know where the fuck I've been
You calling me Jonathan
These hoes call me Aizen
You act like you ain't in the plan
It's like you don't understand that
You doing the most
You need to sit your ass down
You say you love me then trust me
I'm tryna get a bag
Get some money
Live lovely with tan lines on your ass
Get some cash
It's a bag
It's a flight jet lag
Bae I just ran through some racks
But I'm bout to get em back yea
Marshawn Lynch running it back now
You keep asking me to come blow your back out
Oou girl you coming correct now
You doing the math now
Oou girl I think we got chemistry
You be in the lab now
Oou girl now we in a lam now

Girl I know you feel some typaway
Girl I know you feel some typaway
Girl I know you feel some typaway
Girl I know you feel some typaway
Say what's on your mind
Get it off your chest baby
Say what's on your mind