Big K.R.I.T. - She the Type lyrics

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah she talkin' real good, she a certified pro She a monkey on the pole, she will never let it go Tossing money in the air, once she get it off the flo' She an all night, super type p**no show She a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper She a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper She a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper She the type that I like, p**y fine, mouth proper [Verse 1: J. Stalin] You can tell the way that the bills fall, we in the buildin' A lot of ones on the flo', b**h they came from drug dealin' She already on it, she climb to the ceilin' And she drop it back down just to show them other b**hes Asked me "What is ya digits?" and n***a it was on She said she gon' give me what I don't get at home She said she wish she could clone a nicer version of a n***a I never be that n***a fall in love with gold diggers I knock bad b**hes, I pick up the litter I give a dope dick, make her body quiver Teach her the card game, take it off from a n***a Enough scrilla, it'll make ya feel like you own a n***a And you can rent it, you can lease it, but it's her p**y Get in the middle when it's super wet and real cushy Ten minutes to make her cum, that's all it took me Yeah, ten minutes to make her cum, that's all it took me [Hook] [Verse 2: J. Stalin] Money motivated, college graduated Still with all that talent, she shakin' it and she make it She could have her clothes on, still make you think she naked See the sh** she can do, with a f**ing banana p**y tighter than a bandanna Got my soldier out the kitchen like a car antenna We do it and she be louder than a police scanner Big ol' Mississippi booty, ask K.R.I.T. and David Banner I would let you f** her, but I don't think you can handle her Me on the other hand, I flip her like a spatula Feeling like a movie when I enter in the back of her She get though from the swag, she f**ing with a factor I can work yo back, like a chiropractor Get up in her hair, like a security code cracker But at the end of the night, I'm just another rapper But at the end of the night, I'm just another rapper [Hook] [Verse 3: Too Short] I wouldn't have it any other way I had a lil' fine b**h the other day She looked good but she couldn't f** s**ed a good dick but she wouldn't shut up I know this other lil' freak, she ain't as pretty But she got a nice a** with some big titties I wouldn't even take her on a date But we kick it all the time cause the s** is great What's better? If she's pretty or she's s**y? I probably don't want the b**h next week If she ain't got sk**s Cause all I want is big money and cheap grills I give a f** about her cute face, she loves me That's so lovely, she keeps saying f** me She better not be frigid Cause all I need is to f** her real good, then I'm leaving b**h [Hook]