Lyrics to This That Typa
Yeah
What?
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Go, go
This lil' bitch don't know my name, she say she love me
I done flew her out the way, she say we fucking
I done bought another pint, they told me bust it
It's bloodshed, said I do this for my cousin
Yeah, take a picture of it, it might last longer
I give 'em strikers, I got dummies that'll crash for me
Beefing with the reaper, church on Sunday with that mag on me
Lord forgive me
Thirty underneath my shirt, my pants cost me forty-fifty
Cop a lot, I drop the price, come and place an order with me
Pick up cash in every hood, I'm tryna explore the city
Almost on my second mill', think it's time to order Richie
I'm 'bout to hit up Elliott, spend a bag, and go missing
Let's make it known, 'cause your outfit cost a lot, it's not crispy
Let's keep it grown, bitch, you got on all Rick, you not pretty, huh?
Ask those ones who tried to slide, it was a failed mission
Popping pills while in my jail, in my cell, tripping
Seventeen thousand was my pros, but my sales different
Bad bitches cooking, workin' angel while in Hell's kitchen
This type of bitch that make me say I love her
This type of bitch that make me say, "Let's cuddle"
This type of risk that make tote the cutter, nah
This that type of money make her fuck my brother, yeah, yeah
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— Mhm
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm lit)
This that type of— (Yeah)
This that type of— Mhm
This type of paper that make the preacher's wife come suck some dick
To get that pape', I had to commit a couple sins, but I repent
Gon' get rich or die tryin' around this bitch like 50 Cent
I got three links on, but we can't link up, you broke as shit
So much ice on my right hand, you would
I get so much fucking green, I'm Gary Payton or Shawn Kemp
Bitches left when I was down bad, some shit I can't forget
Now I'm ridin' brand new Maybach, thinkin', "Should I paint this bitch?"
Bitch just flew herself in, man, she can't wait to get this dick
I might leave her at the room, man, I can't wait to spin this bitch
I just made two hundred fifty, I can't wait to spend that shit
I don't know what else to buy 'cause I got every color kit
I got every pair of Ricks, I drove every kind of whip
It ain't right to do it light, man, I'm heavy 'round this bitch
You can't even add me up, I got on too much shit
I'm the type to have this shit on and won't even take a pic, yeah, yeah (Ghetto)
This type of bitch that make me say I love her
This type of bitch that make me say, "Let's cuddle"
This type of risk that make tote the cutter, nah
This that type of money make her fuck my brother, yeah, yeah
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— Mhm
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm lit)
This that type of— (Yeah)
This that type of— Mhm
(You recordin', Smerf?)
What?
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Go, go
This lil' bitch don't know my name, she say she love me
I done flew her out the way, she say we fucking
I done bought another pint, they told me bust it
It's bloodshed, said I do this for my cousin
Yeah, take a picture of it, it might last longer
I give 'em strikers, I got dummies that'll crash for me
Beefing with the reaper, church on Sunday with that mag on me
Lord forgive me
Thirty underneath my shirt, my pants cost me forty-fifty
Cop a lot, I drop the price, come and place an order with me
Pick up cash in every hood, I'm tryna explore the city
Almost on my second mill', think it's time to order Richie
I'm 'bout to hit up Elliott, spend a bag, and go missing
Let's make it known, 'cause your outfit cost a lot, it's not crispy
Let's keep it grown, bitch, you got on all Rick, you not pretty, huh?
Ask those ones who tried to slide, it was a failed mission
Popping pills while in my jail, in my cell, tripping
Seventeen thousand was my pros, but my sales different
Bad bitches cooking, workin' angel while in Hell's kitchen
This type of bitch that make me say I love her
This type of bitch that make me say, "Let's cuddle"
This type of risk that make tote the cutter, nah
This that type of money make her fuck my brother, yeah, yeah
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— Mhm
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm lit)
This that type of— (Yeah)
This that type of— Mhm
This type of paper that make the preacher's wife come suck some dick
To get that pape', I had to commit a couple sins, but I repent
Gon' get rich or die tryin' around this bitch like 50 Cent
I got three links on, but we can't link up, you broke as shit
So much ice on my right hand, you would
I get so much fucking green, I'm Gary Payton or Shawn Kemp
Bitches left when I was down bad, some shit I can't forget
Now I'm ridin' brand new Maybach, thinkin', "Should I paint this bitch?"
Bitch just flew herself in, man, she can't wait to get this dick
I might leave her at the room, man, I can't wait to spin this bitch
I just made two hundred fifty, I can't wait to spend that shit
I don't know what else to buy 'cause I got every color kit
I got every pair of Ricks, I drove every kind of whip
It ain't right to do it light, man, I'm heavy 'round this bitch
You can't even add me up, I got on too much shit
I'm the type to have this shit on and won't even take a pic, yeah, yeah (Ghetto)
This type of bitch that make me say I love her
This type of bitch that make me say, "Let's cuddle"
This type of risk that make tote the cutter, nah
This that type of money make her fuck my brother, yeah, yeah
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— Mhm
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm rich)
This that type of— (Bitch, I'm lit)
This that type of— (Yeah)
This that type of— Mhm
(You recordin', Smerf?)
