Kanye West - You're My Type lyrics

[Intro:] This one for my baller n***as That hate when the weakest ho in the club try to approach him Some songs the ladies love me The girls gon' hate me for this one But I gotta do it Come on [Hook 1:] b**h, do I look like your type? Don't get me wrong, you still gotta look cool to me b**h, do I look like your type? [Verse 1:] She asked Is that pronounced N-Y-C? No, that's a niche Rock Clavin Klein So she can see K I'm still doing 120 on the freeway She still got a prom picture in her key-chain I told her look This ain't high school no more I'm not tryin'a f** being cool no more So n***as go ball Just to perform Cause all these rats be talking up a storm I know what they worn I know what they be liking If they hair short Said "They probably be dyking'" Probably a drying Probably you like it I can't know what You're probably a psychic I know a crazy b**h by the look in her eyes I know a cheating b**h gonna look at my guys I know a fat b**h gonna look at them fries Tell me on the side like "Can I supersize?" Got my meat in my ride Go down while I drive Some hoes ain't for show You just keep 'em inside Call 'em at 3 AM and get deep up inside Yo me and my homie, when you see me you don't know me You heard? [Hook 2:] b**h, do I look like your type? Don't get me wrong, you still gotta look cool to me b**h, do I look like your type? This ain't a song I made for ugly hoes to start approaching me [Hook 1] [Verse 2:] Woah She Rock the jeans above the knees Oh them must be some kid capris So I spend cheese Urp! b**h please Your girlfriend ain't tell you 'bout me Kanye f** 'em and leave 'em Act like he don't need 'em See titties and squeeze 'em For no f**ing reason "Ugh, he's so cla**less grabbing a**es How would you do a nerd b**h with gla**es"? Pimp n***a never spent no dough on a booty I wish I would take this fat hoe to the movies Them n***as must not know the price of the Coogi I'ma little too rich to f** this broke b**h The survey says: "By the streets according Kanye more important than Michael Jordan Got this rap game locked, you could call the warden Give hoes co*k then I'm gone by morning [Hook 1 + Hook 2] [Verse 3] Damn I was wrong..how could I stoop so low? Pull up in a four door volvo Dropped the top and swooped yo hoe Woah..oh no I don't want no wild body b**h in my wild body 6 No f**ing weak hoes in my f**ing Regal No b**h that's whack in my Cadillac No b**h with a fade in my Escalade No s*uts with a gut in my Beamer truck No ? in my gold Jaguar Deep voice b**hes like "{vocalizes deep murmurings}" "I never thought Kanye would take it this far!" [Outro] Remember back in high school? Like prom queen, right? She was like 37-25-36 Now she 37 with 25 kids Ya' know what I'm sayin? Now she on the come up Tryna get a baller n***a b**h heard my song on the radio She heard me on the Jagged Edge sh** Memorized my cell phone number out the blue Called me on some.. "I wasn't sure if that was you or not" b**h you ain't hear me say Kanye Titter at the beginning? Gold digging b**h