Lyrics My Type (feat. Yung Mal) - Yung Mal , Young Stoner Life Records , Karlae
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
big
stepper,
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,
and
yeah
that's
my
type,
aye
Hey,
yeah,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
aye,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
yeah,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
aye,
know
that
that
money
my
type
Know
that
that
money
my
type,
yes
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
sprain'
Don't
got
no
time
to
be
wasting
on
fights
Talk
to
me
nice
I
be
claiming
your
life
(be
claiming
your
life)
Like
a
thief
in
the
night
I
take
anything
but
some
dick
If
he
want
time
with
me
then
he
AP
my
wrist
I
don't
want
no
relations,
get
head
then
I
dip
(ha)
The
money
just
come
to
me
(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
big
stepper,
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,
and
yeah
that's
my
type,
aye
Hey,
yeah,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
aye,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
yeah,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
aye,
know
that
that
money
my
type
Know
that
that
money
my
type,
my
type
All
these
hunnids
I
cash
out
whatever
I
like
I
came
up
from
nothing,
I'm
living
my
life
I
swear
I
stay
high
like
I
live
in
the
sky
Drop
a
new
tape
then
I'm
raising
my
price
Thought
I
jumped
out
the
freezer
I'm
loaded
with
ice
I
done
went
up
like
I
climbed
up
a
ladder
Not
from
Toronto,
pull
up
in
a
raptor
Play
with
this
shit
put
his
face
on
a
channel
Lean,
I'm
sipping
that
dirty
my
Fanta
I
done
got
rich
so
it
don't
even
matter
Jump
out
with
this
stick
rocking
Dolce
Cabana
Ran
that
shit
up
just
to
take
care
of
my
family
Mike
Amiri
with
the
racks
stuffed
in
'em
Couldn't
catch
him
caught
his
man,
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
big
stepper,
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,
yeah
that's
my
type,
aye
Hey,
yeah,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
aye,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
yeah,
know
that
my
type,
aye
Yeah,
aye,
know
that
that
money
my
type
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