She ain't got no type
Rich n***as is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say b**hes 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 f** you gonna judge?
b**h, 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, b**h that sh** don't bug you?
And you ain't even out here gettin' paper
Man, this sh** is crazy, all that bullsh** 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 n***as is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say b**hes 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 a** weave, girl, that sh** must weigh a ton, bae
High maintenance but you in a Hyundai
Five girls, one room, when you b**hes gon' step up yo funds, bae?
Rico, is you mad?' b**h, I might be
But is you b**hes 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 sh** is crazy, all that bullsh** 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 n***as is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say b**hes 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 n***as is the only kind she like)
She be geeked up, gee-geeked up
(With that dirty a** weave, girl, that sh** 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 b**hes 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 sh** 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 n***as is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say b**hes 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