Rich Homie Quan - Type of Way (Official Remix) lyrics

{"Think it's a game?"} [Verse 1: Jeezy] Cut the tens, fold the twenty's, stack the fifty's, stack the hundreds (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Real talk, on God, gettin' paper (It's Tha World, n***a) The bullsh** gon' stop when my new album drop (yeah, yeah, wa**up) On God, silence all of you haters (Let's go~!) My life's a video, I change clothes 'bout three times a day (DAAAMN!) Jackie Robinson, I might just ball my life away (ha-ha!) You know I'm feelin' like a star, its a Givenchy day (Givenchy) She got the Halle Berry face and that Ashanti waist (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go!) They like, Jeezle why they hatin'? they feel some type of way (some type of way) When you the sh**, gon' be some fly's, I just might need the spray (spray n***a) They wanna k** me in my sleep just like I'm Mike, okay (I'm Mike okay) They didn't learn that night, you best believe they learned today (that's right!) Its funny n***as, Kevin Hart (Kevin Hart), I don't pay 'em no mind (nah) Went to save me the translator (translator), I done told n***as I'm fine Assa**inate my character, you f** n***as should get fined for that f** you and your feelings n***a, ain't nobody got time for that (ha-ha!) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Some type of way, make you feel some type of way Heard she wana f** me, know you feel some type of way Mr. CEO is what my title say Me and my homies did your ho, he feel some type of way [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Okay, some type of way it made the billboard, Mama (it did, Mama) I know you feel some type of way about my come up (I know you do) I told her in the nicest way I ain't want her number (get back) My n***a Drake said some type of way the hit of the summer My pistol still bustin', I don't care bout nothin' Won't remember none of this sh** when I wake up (I won't remember) That Percocet on my a** (hah), and I done had a couple Xan My eyelids bout to close, I'm tryna stay up I'm still reppin' my clique baby Rich Homie forever ho, I gotta stay (I do) Name another super hero with a flyer cape (where he at?) You sold your soul for some money, that's the price you pay (you dumb, n***a) Three shows a night, that's a 60K type of day S-M-H, L-O-L (hah), smiley face (hahaha) First cla**, R. Kelly, 'bout to fly away (let's go!) And I still got that hideaway, that my private place (Rich Homie) I know you feel some type of way About my [Bridge] My n***as been hustlin' trying to make him something Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper (ain't no tellin') Soufflé, I'm straight, Eye steak my plate Sade, I'm a smooth operator [Hook] (I drop the top of my whip baby!) That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way (I'm shining ho) This b**h I'm with got me feelin' some type of way (ok, ok) Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way? [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Okay, I popped a n***a chick (okay), and he feel some type of way (he do) Started talkin' dirty about me (talkin' dirty), popped up dead right away (like brrrt) Sixteen to his body (he gone), twice in the head [?] And I dont f** with no new n***as (no no), if they ain't from around the way (turn up!) So my n***as, my n***as don't rock like that til my young n***a Snupe got popped like that (got dropped like that) I got guap like that, n***a throw a shot here, get shot right back like (Pow!) Rari let the top go back (SKRRT), you ain't even know I like Rocko back Getting to the money 'til its off in a R-colored phone Cole World, where the tacos at (oh Lord) n***as selling 'caine over here, all black rain Mulsanne over here All these n***as have things over there, it's a drought my n***a, make it rain over there (walah, walah) Respect the connect to Wi-Fi With Birdy, we playin' bye bye, you f** around get clapped n***a high five Cause my [Hook] (My n***a.. I drop the top of my whip baby!) (I'm shining ho)