Mike Will Made It - No Type lyrics

[Hook] Cause I ain't got no type, no But when I met codeine there was love at first Sprite Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet fat as f** with cellulite Yeah my b**h got a wife Yeah, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these n***as talking crazy but they don't get out of line They pockets saying vacant, and my sh** say occupied [Verse 1] Yeah, bad b**h on my team, mmm Bad b**h on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen Got lipstick everywhere I got her shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lawd I got liquor, I got cigarettes And these p**y a** n***as just got PMS I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem She just took off her clothes and said you ain't lyin' She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein She k** it like she married to the mob I can't let one of these hoes lock me down mama She said don't worry son I'll help you make bond Cause these hoes throwing p**y like hand grenades Don't let it blow up in your face now Had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothaf**in' K9 Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake So hard for me to put on a fake smile I had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothaf**in' K9 I got c**aine, I got cigarettes I don't do neither, it's at my b**h request She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck Her suicide note say she love me to d**h Ooh, for her Lewinsky is so critical And I didn't mean to get political I watch her, let her figure slither But I don't look into her snake eyes [Hook 2] I ain't got no type, no But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet fat as f** with cellulite My b**h got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these n***as talking crazy but they don't get out of line They pockets saying vacant, and my sh** say occupied But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet, fat as f**, with cellulite My b**h got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these n***as talking crazy but they don't get out of line I'm sorry for the wait til I drop that Carter 5